At the word "music," Savannah frowned. Music made her think of CJ and thinking of CJ made her think of how he had left her here alone.
And that made her realize something.
Savannah was an Alpha-Delta-Sigma. Boys were idiots or assholes or both. The fact that CJ was older than her shouldn't intimidate her. He was still a boy, and that meant he had to be shown what he wanted.
Sure, she had a concussion. Sure, her leg was swollen and the bruise marred her entire leg. Sure, both of her siblings had inexplicably vanished. (Her face softened a bit here.) But was that any reason sit here and pout and hope that CJ actually remembered her?
No. What a stupid high school mistake to make.
He wasn't going to come to her to comfort her. She was going to have to tear the comfort from him.
It had been a long moment since Eve asked about music and Savannah had begun this train of thought, and in that time, Savannah's face had undergone a flurry of emotions. She had gone from that pathetic waif Eve had discovered to a fierce and lovely lioness.
"Eve," she said, scooting herself to the edge of the deck chair. "I'm going to snag myself a man." Rising to her feet, she put her weight on her good foot and stood there a moment, testing to see whether her body would hold her. Having discovered that, indeed, it would, Savannah spun around to embrace Eve in a surprise hug. "Thank you! Maybe tomorrow, we can get together and do something, okay?"
She just had some grief to work out of her system at the moment...