Timing Is Everything

Chapter 297: Timing Is Everything Savannah “Oh my God, we’re finally getting married.” The words slipped out of me before I could stop them. Roman glanced at me from the driver’s seat, one hand resting loosely on the wheel, the other reaching across the console to lace his fingers through mine. His thumb brushed over my knuckles in slow, absent circles. “We are, baby,” he said simply. The city drifted past outside the window in muted motion—traffic lights blinking, pedestrians crossing, morning sunlight glinting off glass buildings. Everything looked ordinary. But nothing felt ordinary about today to me. I pressed my lips together, fighting the strange, overwhelming urge to cry and laugh at the same time. “I thought…” I paused, searching for words that wouldn’t sound too heavy for such a bright morning. “I thought we’d never make it here.” Roman’s grip tightened slightly, grounding me. “I never doubted we would,” he admitted quietly. “And I never stopped wanting it.” I t