Dalton grabbed his duffel bag, and Savannah and I walked them both to the front door. Dalton and my sister shared one more passionate embrace and then he hugged me once more. Derek kissed me again, and the Stone brothers walked off, leaving my sister and me standing in the hall, waving until the elevator doors closed on them.
Savannah stared at those doors for a full minute, then blinked a few times and snapped out of it. “Well. That was fun, but now I’m famished. I’m going to make a pizza from scratch.”
I perked up. “Can you teach me how to do it?”
“I’m a chef, Brooklyn. Not a miracle worker.”
I wrapped my arm around her and the two of us walked back into my place to drown our sorrows in pizza for breakfast.