SAVANNAH
I spent the next hour talking to Michael about Rafe. He’d love a bit of honesty, although I kept some privacy for myself. He listened, but he was frantic. My brother wasn’t the type to show it all throughout.
“Savannah, that is not okay to leave a girlfriend alone at god knows where for any reason,” he pressed.
“I know, but I don’t want to make an issue about it before hearing his explanation.”
He shook his head. “You’re too kind.”
“Well, I was raised this way.”
He arched his eyebrow. “So it’s my fault.”
“No! Because you’re too kind to me.” I held his hand. “Michael, we’re still new. He’s still figuring things out because the last time he had a relationship was over a decade ago.”
“And you believed him?”
“Yes. Why would a man lie about his relationship? As far as I know,
