Savannah's Song (South of Forever, Book 2)

Chapter 2

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Stepping into the studio, Savannah guided Chloe to the sofa, without taking her eyes from Max and the new girl. She released Chloe's hand and barely noticed as the preschooler climbed onto the couch. Eyes narrowed, she watched Max touch the woman's arm lightly, a smile playing on his lips.

The men's voices were a babble, drowning out Max's conversation. But Savannah had learned to read lips along with her friends in middle school, when talking in class resulted in detention.

The young woman's eyes never left Max's. Savannah easily made out her next words: "It'll definitely be a pleasure working with all of you."

She gritted her teeth and started toward them.

Perry squeezed between Max and the beautiful woman. "Poppy, if you're free after this, I'd love to take you to a great bar for a drink."

"She doesn't even look old enough to drink," Savannah muttered.

"You can't afford to take yourself out, never mind her," Griff told Perry.

Poppy played with a stray strand of curly hair, full lips glistening with lip gloss.

Jett joined Savannah. "Isn't it amazing, how men can be distracted so easily?"

Savannah nodded. "Who the hell hired her?" Her voice was nearly a growl.

Jett sighed. "I did."

Poppy untangled herself from the group of men. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but I've got a list of shows that I've already booked for you." She winked at Jett as she strode toward the couch. She clutched a binder to her chest. "I actually do have some shows booked, if you're interested." Her brown eyes met Jett's again.

Savannah tightened her grip on the cooler and took a step away from the couch. A pang twisted her heart as she glanced at Max. She wished she could work with him in the studio. Jett got to work with Koty. Though Savannah sensed that Jett had initially tried to keep Koty at arm's length, they now spent their days writing songs together and practicing harmonies. With no musical inclination, though, there was nothing Savannah could contribute to the band.

"Wait." Jett tapped her shoulder, holding up a finger to Poppy. Savannah spun to face her, blinking her thoughts away. "I actually wanted to ask you something."

Savannah followed her across the room. The table was cluttered with notebooks and sheet music. "What's up?"

Jett slid her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "We're almost done recording the EP. Your boyfriend's been harassing me to just upload it somewhere, rather than trying to get a record deal first." She nodded toward Max. "He even offered to handle everything. I have no idea how to do any of that stuff." Jett shrugged, a sheepish grin playing on her lips.

A strand of hair escaped Savannah's side braid. She tucked it behind an ear. "You want me to talk him down?" Max hadn't mentioned anything. If he was that excited about the EP, he should have shared it with her. Something was definitely going on with him.

Jett waved a hand. "Nah. I think it's great. He's got a lot of energy."

Savannah's eyebrow shot up. The Max that she knew dragged himself around the apartment, alternating between ignoring her and snapping at her. If he wasn't acting that way at work, then he definitely had a problem with her. Dropping the cooler onto the table, she started to turn away. She needed to collect Chloe and go home, figure out what she was going to do.

Jett caught her by the arm. "Any chance I can harangue you into designing a logo for us, and the cover of the EP? I'll pay you," she added quickly. "Eventually."