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SAVANNA
We walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, like a real engaged couple. Dante’s palm so huge and solid in mine, I could hardly span it with my fingers. I allowed myself to make believe that this was all real, that he’d chosen me out of all the women on the planet, to be his forever.
As if something in me could make a man go that bananas.
The last time a man went bananas for me, it didn’t end well.
But that was different.
Not one thing about Dante creeped me out or frightened me.
He had a way about him that made me want to pay attention. I couldn’t help but stare at his sinewy forearm and the huge, knobby fingers of his. Just the planes and contours of his chest, arms, and shoulders got me feverish.
Right here, right now. Walking down the sidewalk.
Most likely it was my bi
