Page 53 of Promise Me Never

“You left a note on my car. Is this the woman from the park?”

“Yes, I was a friend of Poppy’s. Can we meet?”

“How do I know you’re not some obsessed fan?”

Savannah’s text tone sounded.

“Look at what I sent you,” the woman said.

Savannah navigated to her texts. Her breath caught in her throat. It was a picture of Bennett, Poppy, and the woman she’d seen at the park. They were all sitting together at a restaurant.

“Where should we meet?”

“I’ll text you the address to a restaurant. It’s discreet. Can you be there at seven tonight?”

“Yes.”

“And please don’t mention anything to Bennett. You’ll understand after we meet.”

Savannah didn’t respond. It felt disloyal. But she had no intention of saying anything to him until after she had heard what this stranger had to say.

“I’ll see you at seven,” Savannah said, and ended the call.

A moment later her text tone sounded again with the address.

She jumped when a FaceTime call from Bennett came through. Exhaling a pent-up breath, she connected, pasting a smile on her face.

“Hey! How are you?”

“Fine but missing you.” His brow wrinkled. “Where are you?”

“I picked up some chocolate.” She forced a laugh. “So much for my diet.”

He didn’t comment.

“So how’s it going?” she asked.

“Good, I’m in Dublin now, about to go to dinner with the publicist they assigned me. How are things there?”

What could she say? She was so conflicted. It was all too much. His dead high school girlfriend, Henri’s warning, and now this woman. She pushed it all from her mind and made her tone casual.

“Not much going on. Felicia and I have been getting to know each other better. I’m working on my book, and Finn and I are taking walks every day.”

“Good for you. Have you been working in your new office?”

“Yes,” she fibbed, not wanting to appear unappreciative. With everything going on, she hadn’t touched her book.

“Can’t wait to be back home with you,” he said.

“Me too.”

“Soon I’ll hold you in my arms again. Well, I’d better get going. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she said, and disconnected.

She was unsettled as she drove home. Bennett was her husband, and she shouldn’t be hiding things from him. On the other hand, there wasn’t much he could do from Ireland, and it would upset him to hear that someone was saying bad things about him. Savannah would make this woman stop, because she was sure that her husband had never hurt anyone. Once home, she made herself a cup of tea and called her friend Jessica, her only real friend from her time in the city.

“Hey you! I was just thinking about you. Did you ever find that woman from the park?” Jessica asked.