Savannah around?”
“Haven’t been looking for her, but no. My guess is she’s holed up in the townhouse waiting for the planets to align the way she wants.”
Things had gone better than Melissa expected when Jack spoke to Savannah at the oyster roast. She didn’t flip out, for one thing. She blushed, in a very good way, but she still looked afraid of him or what he could do to her if she let him in again.
“Have you tried talking to her?”
“I just got back to what she would call civilization. Getting ready to start a new job at the MUSC Hospital in a couple of weeks. I’m not looking to start anything with anybody. Especially Savannah.”
“Really? Because Saturday night it looked like you did want to start something.”
“Been there, done that, and it was an unmitigated disaster.” He was trying to act like he didn’t care. “I was just being neighborly, saying hi.”
You still look good in my shirt, was not just saying hi. “Good.”
“Good? Why are you so interested her?”
“Savannah’s a sweet girl, a sweet, lonely girl who’s never gotten over you; she doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to help her with that.”
He laughed, and flipped down his shades with a cocky smirk Melissa wanted to wipe right off of his face. “What are you some kind of matchmaker?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am.” That got his attention.
“I thought you were, like a rental agent or something.”
“Yeah, but what I do best is help people find the person they’re meant to be with.” He tipped his chin toward the sun. “And when that doesn’t work, I help them find the next best thing. I’m going to help Savannah find that next best thing, Jack. She’ll get over you once and for all, and get on with her life. Simple as that.”
“Yeah,” he said bitterly. “You get right on that.”
Game on, buster.
M elissa saw Savannah, peeking out the window every five seconds while she was down by the pool with Jack. And apparently, they were back in the ninth grade again when she opened the door to the townhouse with a million questions.
“What did he say? Wait. I don’t want to know,” she said, gnawing on her bottom lip. Not the most discreet person in the world, she yanked back the vertical blinds to look at Jack. “Oh, tell me. Please tell me.”
“He said he wasn’t interested.” Savannah looked at Melissa like she’d just shot Bambi’s mother.
“In me?”
Melissa nodded.
“Oh.”
Deflated like a balloon, she let go of the blinds and plopped down on the couch beside Melissa, staring into space. “I guess—I thought that, you know, he’s here . Maybe it was a coincidence, but I never believed in coincidences.” She swallowed hard and looked at Melissa. “He really said that?”
“Yeah, I pretty much told him I was going to make it my mission to find someone to help you get over him.”
“And he was okay with that?” She asked, staring into space. “All this time, I waited—I thought he’d come back. I haven’t even— dated anyone since—oh God, I was such a fool.”
There were no tears, just sheer disbelief on her part.
“Savannah, I meant what I said about helping you find someone.”
“No,” she shook her head, still bowled over by the fact that Jack was giving her up for good. “It’s not like I can’t—it’s just that I haven’t. Seen anyone. Since the divorce.”
Melissa had decided to be straight up with Savannah and told her she was a matchmaker.
“I have to tell you I used one before I met Jack.” Savannah rose and looked out the window toward the pool. “Or almost used one. All those computer tests, financial statements. Gaak. I felt like I was applying to colleges again.”
“I work a little differently than those folks, mostly on instinct.” And her instincts told her Savannah and Jack were perfect for each other; he was just too damn stubborn to see it.
“So how does it work?”
“To be honest, I’m not sure how it works, it
“Haven’t been looking for her, but no. My guess is she’s holed up in the townhouse waiting for the planets to align the way she wants.”
Things had gone better than Melissa expected when Jack spoke to Savannah at the oyster roast. She didn’t flip out, for one thing. She blushed, in a very good way, but she still looked afraid of him or what he could do to her if she let him in again.
“Have you tried talking to her?”
“I just got back to what she would call civilization. Getting ready to start a new job at the MUSC Hospital in a couple of weeks. I’m not looking to start anything with anybody. Especially Savannah.”
“Really? Because Saturday night it looked like you did want to start something.”
“Been there, done that, and it was an unmitigated disaster.” He was trying to act like he didn’t care. “I was just being neighborly, saying hi.”
You still look good in my shirt, was not just saying hi. “Good.”
“Good? Why are you so interested her?”
“Savannah’s a sweet girl, a sweet, lonely girl who’s never gotten over you; she doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to help her with that.”
He laughed, and flipped down his shades with a cocky smirk Melissa wanted to wipe right off of his face. “What are you some kind of matchmaker?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am.” That got his attention.
“I thought you were, like a rental agent or something.”
“Yeah, but what I do best is help people find the person they’re meant to be with.” He tipped his chin toward the sun. “And when that doesn’t work, I help them find the next best thing. I’m going to help Savannah find that next best thing, Jack. She’ll get over you once and for all, and get on with her life. Simple as that.”
“Yeah,” he said bitterly. “You get right on that.”
Game on, buster.
M elissa saw Savannah, peeking out the window every five seconds while she was down by the pool with Jack. And apparently, they were back in the ninth grade again when she opened the door to the townhouse with a million questions.
“What did he say? Wait. I don’t want to know,” she said, gnawing on her bottom lip. Not the most discreet person in the world, she yanked back the vertical blinds to look at Jack. “Oh, tell me. Please tell me.”
“He said he wasn’t interested.” Savannah looked at Melissa like she’d just shot Bambi’s mother.
“In me?”
Melissa nodded.
“Oh.”
Deflated like a balloon, she let go of the blinds and plopped down on the couch beside Melissa, staring into space. “I guess—I thought that, you know, he’s here . Maybe it was a coincidence, but I never believed in coincidences.” She swallowed hard and looked at Melissa. “He really said that?”
“Yeah, I pretty much told him I was going to make it my mission to find someone to help you get over him.”
“And he was okay with that?” She asked, staring into space. “All this time, I waited—I thought he’d come back. I haven’t even— dated anyone since—oh God, I was such a fool.”
There were no tears, just sheer disbelief on her part.
“Savannah, I meant what I said about helping you find someone.”
“No,” she shook her head, still bowled over by the fact that Jack was giving her up for good. “It’s not like I can’t—it’s just that I haven’t. Seen anyone. Since the divorce.”
Melissa had decided to be straight up with Savannah and told her she was a matchmaker.
“I have to tell you I used one before I met Jack.” Savannah rose and looked out the window toward the pool. “Or almost used one. All those computer tests, financial statements. Gaak. I felt like I was applying to colleges again.”
“I work a little differently than those folks, mostly on instinct.” And her instincts told her Savannah and Jack were perfect for each other; he was just too damn stubborn to see it.
“So how does it work?”
“To be honest, I’m not sure how it works, it
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