The elderly man chuckled, pulling her into a firm but gentle hug. “You grew into a beautiful lady, my lady,” he said in his refined English accent, his voice thick with affection.
Savannah closed her eyes briefly, savoring the moment. Myles had been part of her childhood in ways she hadn’t fully appreciated back then. He had fetched her from school sometimes, always waiting with a knowing smile and a warm presence. Rowan had played board games with her under his watchful eye. They had even gone fishing together—Rowan teaching her how to cast a line while Myles prepared their meals by the riverbank.
Myles stepped back and began pouring drinks for the three men. She lifted her own empty glass expectantly. “Champagne, please.”
Myles smiled at her indulgently, the way a father figure might
