Page 22 of Stuck Bayou


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He reached up and cupped her face without thinking. Her startled eyes found his. But she didn't pull away.

“I'm sorry, Savannah. I didn't know you would feel that way. Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because I have to do this. For the project.”

“If you’d told me any of this, I would've told you that I'm in the cabin right next door, that there is a path between the cabins, and that there are other ways to get out of here.”

She took a deep shaky breath. “I guess I didn't want you to think I was weak.”

He couldn't help it, he took an step closer to her. “That's notweak. We all have things that get us worked up.”

She wet her lips. “You just kind of seemed like my…opponent, I guess.”

He understood that. He supposed they were opponents. At least when it came to the building project. But fuck, he couldn't believe how tightly knotted his gut was, thinking about this woman being scared and worried in that cabin just a few yards away. He could've made her feel better. So easily.

“I didn't take the boat either.”

She nodded. “I see that. Not that I could drive the boat out of here.”

His thumb was stroking over her cheek, almost instinctively. He couldn’t deny the desire to comfort her. “Do you need to go back to town?”

Her eyes narrowed with that, and she took a step back. His hand fell to his side.

“No, Theo, I don't need to go back to town. I'm going to stay in that cabin.”

Fuck, he’d messed that up. “You don't have to do that. I didn’t know that it would actually freak you out. I wanted you to see that it’s not cushy and glamorous and spa-like down here. Not even with nice towels and fancy coffee. But I don’t want you to be actually scared.”

Her chin lifted. “I’m not scared. It would've been a long, uncomfortable night. I maybe wouldn't have slept very well. But I would've done it. And now that I know you're here—even though it's you—I’m fine.”

Even though it's you. That jabbed at him a little harder than it should have. Maybe even more than it would have an hour ago. Before he knew about her very real anxiety.

Now he wanted to be the one that made her feel better. He loved to think that him being just next door actually made her feel comforted and would help her sleep better tonight.

He sighed, studying her face. She truly was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever met.

And fuck, this vulnerability in her made her even more beautiful to him. She wasn't just the put-together, classy, wrinkle-free, white-silk-blouse-wearing woman he'd been fantasizing about.

This made her real.

“Come here.” He turned on his heel and walked over to his truck. He opened the door and glanced back to find that Savannah followed him only to the front of the truck but was still standing several feet away. “Get in,” he said simply.

“What?”

“We’re going for a ride.”

She frowned. “Why?”

“To show you that the truck starts, runs great, and how to get out of here.”

She folded her arms and lifted her chin. “I'm not leaving.”

“Fine. But this way you’ll know youcan.”

She looked at the truck, then back to him. “This won’t count against me?”

He hated that she felt this was such a strict competition, but that was his fault. He shook his head. “Of course not. I’m just going to give you a little tour of the area. You should have that anyway as part of your plan.”

Savannah stood, clearly considering that. Finally, without a word, she went to the passenger side and got in.

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