Chase tells her. “I’d come into the bar and watch you all night long.” He looks down. “But he would show up.” He points at me. “And ruin it. Then you didn’t come one night, and I waited in the parking lot, and I followed her home.”

“What?” Savannah whispers. “Oh my God.”

“I stayed out there watching until all the lights were off, and then the next day, I did it again,” he says. “This time, I waited for you to leave, and then I snuck into your house.”

“You were in her house?” Jacob says, shocked and his hands go into fists. “My son lives in that house.”

“I never would touch your son,” Chase says. “I liked being in your space.” He looks at Savannah, and I want to yell at him to look away. “Anyway, I finally got the courage up to talk to you more, and then I asked you out and you said yes.” He smiles. “I thought I had a chance.”

“One date, officially” Savannah says. “Half a date at that. Coming to visit me at work is not really a date.”

“You didn’t give me a chance!” he yells, and it takes everything I have not to jump over the table and attack him. “Anyway, I started following you more and more, and it just became a habit. I tried to get you to see me. I was right in front of you the whole time, but you were so in love with Beau you didn’t see me.” He looks down. “So I had to do what I did in order for you to see me.” His eyes fill with tears. “Can’t you see I did it all for you?” He goes on and on with the story, and when I walk out of the station, I’m raw.

“You need to calm down,” Savannah says, and I just shake my head. “What do you want to do?”

“The only thing that I can do,” I say, waiting for Jacob outside. He looks at me and tosses me the key. “Thank you.”

I sit in the truck, and she doesn’t say anything until we get there, and I shut off the truck. “You don’t have to do this,” she whispers, and I look over at her. “You don’t even have to say anything about it.”

“Then I’m just as bad as he is,” I say to her and look forward. “It ends now.”

I get out of the truck and walk around, and Savannah waits for me. There is a party going on not too far from here, where we should be, but now we are here. She links her fingers with mine, and we walk up the steps, and I ring the doorbell. I hold my breath when I hear the locks open and I come face-to-face with my mother. “Beau,” she says, smiling. “We didn’t know you would be coming.”