“I have no idea,” he says, tossing his phone on the couch. “Regardless of that, I’m going to tell him I know tomorrow,” he says, and I suddenly get nervous because I didn’t tell him everything. “What?” he asks me, putting his hands on his hips. “Don’t tell me there is more.”

“Well …” I look down and then look up. “There is only one more thing,” I say but think to myself, Well, two if I tell him I love him.

“Should I sit down?” he asks, and I wonder if he should or not. “Savannah, you being quiet is not helping anything.”

I shake my hands now to stop them and walk away from him. “Well …” I try to think of a way to tell him this next part. “I kind of …” I rub my face. “I blackmailed your father.”

He looks at me in shock. “What?” He shakes his head. “What did you just say?”

“Well, when I couldn’t go through with the abortion, and Jacob took responsibility for it, he came to see me.” I look at him. “And he told me that he knew I was lying and all this shit.” I get so aggravated. “And then he might have, you know, called me a whore.” I roll my eyes now while Beau hisses. “Anyway, he got me mad, so I told him that I would tell the whole town, and I would sue Liam for paternity, and with that, I’d make sure he paid for the rest of his life.”

“You didn’t,” he asks, almost in a whisper.

“Oh, I did, too.” I fold my hands over my chest. “I had nothing to lose. The town hated me, Jacob secretly blamed me for Kallie leaving, and you …” I shrug. “You stopped talking to me. I had nothing to lose.”

“So what did he do?”

“He wrote me a check for three hundred thousand and made me sign an NDA and also made Liam sign a paper relinquishing his rights as father.”

“Incredible.” He rubs his face and sits down on the couch. “He basically sold his kid for three hundred thousand dollars.”

“Enough for me to buy the bar and this house,” I say, looking around, “and some of the furniture.”

“My head is spinning,” he says, leaning back on the couch. “This night isn’t ending like I thought it would.” I try not to let his words hurt me or wonder what he means by that. I know that he dates, and he goes out often. The girls he dates are not quiet about it either. I’ve gotten drunk many nights while a couple of them were sitting at the bar talking to their friends about him.