Page 42 of Stuck Bayou


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He didn’t hear from her or see her again until Thursday night at the city council meeting.

Savannah was already therewhen he walked in.

She was wearing another pencil skirt and a silky blouse.

And just like he’d promised her that night in bed, seeing her in that skirt made him think about how it had felt to be buried inside her.

He wondered if she’d thought of that when she’d put it on. And if she had, that was damned diabolical.

He was equally turned on and frustrated.

Her blouse was a pale pink, but it might as well have been white. It was completely wrinkle-free, very feminine, and definitely buttoned-up. It made his palms itch with the desire to wrinkle it, rip it, and throw it on his bedroom floor.

Her legs looked amazing, of course, in three-inch heels that made his cock hard.

And she barely glanced at him when he came down the aisle and took the seat directly across from her.

He turned toward her, leaning forward, his forearms on his thighs, feet spread, taking up most of the aisle between them. “Savannah,” he kept his voice low, but firm.

He saw her chin lift slightly and take a deep breath, but she didn’t say anything.

“Savannah, look at me.”

“Just let it go, Theo,” she said, still looking straight ahead.

“Let it go? That you’re not speaking to me? Returning phone calls and texts? I’m not going to do that.”

“There is nothing that we need to say in a phone call or text. Or in person. We’ve never really talked much. We should just go back to how things were before.”

“You don’t want to hear that I’m sorry?”

She pressed her lips together, then said, “It doesn’t matter.”

Annoyance pricked at him. After everything they’d talked about anddoneto one another, she wouldn’t even look at him? “I got called into work. It was unexpected. I left a note. I really thought that was enough.”

That got her to finally look at him. “Did you have to come back to Autre?” she asked.

He frowned. “When? Tonight?”

“That morning,” she said in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

Mr. Allen was here, as he always was for every meeting, and the six members of the city council were all in their chairs at the head table, but they were involved in conversation with one another. Otherwise, the room was empty.

“Yes,” Theo told her. “I had to pick up my work truck and a coworker on my way to the call.”

Savannah nodded. “So you could’ve woke me up and brought me with you.”

He leaned closer. “I guess I was hoping that you wanted to stay at the cabin and see me when I got back.”

Her eyes narrowed. “But you should’veaskedme what I wanted to do. Where I wanted to be. Especially before you took away the only way for me to get out of there on my own.”

He leaned in. Fuck. Shehadthought he’d abandoned her. “I told you I understood. I wouldnotjust leave you out there. Not after what you told me.Especiallynot after…everything. But I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up. I liked seeing you in my bed too much.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare try to bring…” She looked around again before pinning him with a glare. “…thatinto this.”

“That changed things between us, Savannah.”

“No, it didn’t. That just happened. It was one night. And now we should pretend it didn’t happen.”

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