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After all, it was obvious from the way she melted in his arms that she couldn't be held responsible for her actions. He had to be a gentleman if he really cared for her.
"Face it, you’re in love with her," he mumbled as he gently moved her head from his leg and went to the kitchen to find something he could make coffee in. He kept instant coffee in his car, all he had to do was go out and get it and at least they would have that.
"What did you say?" she demanded right behind him.
"I–I didn't say anything. What are you doing up?"
"I woke up, the sun always wakes me up," she smiled. "I can't believe that it's so beautiful after a storm."
"I see you got a good night’s sleep." he remarked drily.
"And I see you didn't." she giggled.
"I'll be fine after I get a cup of coffee." he admitted, "I've got some instant in the car, I'll be right back."
She nodded, and went to the sink to wash her hands and face.
He ignored the fact that she looked even more beautiful in the morning sun. He needed coffee, and quick.
"So, the sun is shining, I guess the water will go down soon and we can get back, huh?" She asked innocently.
"Give it an hour or two and it should." He continued to busy himself with the coffee, as she watched.
"Can you cook?" he asked trying to keep the conversation light.
"A little, nothing fancy," she admitted.
"That's okay, we'll stop off at a café on the way in and have breakfast," he smiled.
"I'm starved," she said glancing about the old house with interest.
"Do you always wake up in such a good mood?" he queried.
"I never thought about it, but I do love my mornings. At home I usually had a cup of coffee and sat out on the front porch and watched the sun come up."
"You have a nice front porch, do you?" he questioned, waiting for the coffee to perk in the old camping pot he found under the sink.
"A veranda, we live in a two hundred year old, newly renovated classic plantation home. The porch is enormous; we have many chairs and tables outside, because we all like to gather there."
"Sounds very comfortable and rich. I suppose you can't wait to get back to it, either." he asked, turning to watch her expression.
"Y-yes, yes of course," she answered, casting her glance downward as she spoke.
"Well, we'll have you back to your parents in no time."
"Can't wait to get rid of me, huh?" she seemed to wait for his answer.
"Savannah, you've been an experience, I'll say that," he countered.
"Is that how you'll remember me?" she focused in on him.
He stared down into her face and smiled, "It sure is..." Then as though the coffee became the most important thing in the room, he took his time pouring some in the one chipped cup he had found and washed.
He sipped it, "It's hot, so be careful," then he offered it to her, carefully turning the cup so she didn't have to drink after him.
Without blinking she took the cup, turned it back around to where his lips had been and sipped it. "You make wonderful coffee."
"Thanks..." he studied her long and hard. "Why'd you go to that damn saloon?"
