Well, that and the sex afterwards.
“Savannah, can you ask your husbands to come into this session?”
“What? Now?”
“Yes, I think we need to have this talk with them present.”
Shit. She wasn’t ready for that.
“You did say you were frustrated things weren’t moving faster. They aren’t mind readers. You need to tell them what you want.”
Savannah sighed, knowing she was right. “Are you sure we have time?”
“We have time. Besides, I can just bill you extra.” Molly winked.
Savannah smiled, although she didn’t think her insurance would like that. She grabbed her phone and sent a text to both men. “I’m not sure if Max is around.”
“Well, let’s wait and see. It would be best if they were both here.”
Two texts came back. “They’ll be here in a few minutes.”
“Good. Let’s do this.”
All right for her to say. She wasn’t the one about to lay herself bare.
***
Logan walked into the house, following Max. They’d been unloading the supplies Max had gotten in town when they’d received the text from Savannah.
“Do you think she’s okay?” he asked, moving past Max, impatient to get to her. He entered the living room before Max could answer, his gaze zeroing in on Savannah.
“You okay? What’s wrong?” She looked flushed to him. Was she coming down with something?
“Nothing’s wrong. Molly just wanted to talk to you both.”
He walked over and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. “You feel warm.”
“It’s warm in here.”
Logan was unconvinced.
“Logan, Max. Nice to see you again. Maybe you could all take a seat so I can see your faces.”
Logan sat on one side of her, while Max sat on the other.
“What’s going on?” Max asked sharply, looking uncomfortable.
Logan studied Savannah intently.
Reaching over, she took hold of Logan’s hand. “I’m fine, Logan. I promise.”
He grunted. She took Max’s hand as well, almost clinging to them.
“I asked for the two of you to attend this session because Savannah has brought up some issues that concern you both.”
“What is it?” Max asked.
“Oh . . . I . . . um . . .”