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She just hadn’t realized how muchsheliked him.
"Theo!"
"Good to see you, man."
“Hey, man.”
“Got your text.”
"You’re late," Zander told him.
"Yeah, just got off my last call," his deep rumbling voice reached her.
Her logical brain, and her wounded pride, and okay a little bit of her heart were the only parts of her body that disliked him and remembered why.
The rest of her reacted to the fact that he was here, and his voice, like a little kid hitting the gates of the Boys of the Bayou Gone Wild petting zoo. Excitement, anticipation, and memories of overwhelming pleasure coursed through her.
Her nerve endings were jumping, her nipples were hard, and her panties were definitely wet.
And this happened every damned time.
She’d only been here five times in those nine weeks. And usually it was only to see the girls for a meal. But she’d run into Theoevery oneof those times.
"I'm right, aren't I?" Becca asked.
Savannah looked at her friend. Becca still didn't know about her night with Theo back in October.
Savannah felt bad about that. She and Becca told each other everything. But talking about it wouldn't change anything. She didn’t need advice. She wasn’t looking to relive it. She didn’t want to get girlfriend-giddy over it. She wasn't going there again. He made her feel way too many things. Things she didn't want to have to deal with.
If it had just been a one-night stand, a quick, dirty fling, she would've told Becca, Rory, and Trudy all about it. Or if she thought she and Theo might actually date for a little bit, she would have filled them in. Of course.
But neither of those were options with Theo.
She didn't think anything would be casual with Theo. It wouldn't just be sex. It wouldn't even just be a casual dating relationship.
He’d made her feel soft things she didn’t want to feel. She’d been vulnerable. She’d felt cared for. She’d felt close to him in a way she hadn’t felt to anyone in a long, long time. She’d felt like he justgot her.
All inonenight. They'd slept togetheronce. Sort of accidentally.
And the next morning, she’d been given a taste of the kind of heartbreak Theo Taggart could dish out to her.
Okay, since October she’d been able to admit that she’d overreacted some.
But still…what would it be like if they actually had a relationship for any period of time, got even closer, she opened up even more, and decided she could settle down? Thought maybe sleeping every night in that bed, in that cabin, in his arms was pretty fucking great? Thought she could wake up there every morning? Thought she could stay, could put down some roots?
And then what if one morning she woke up, looked around, and felt stuck? Realized they never went anywhere? Realized she wanted more and he didn’t? That would be really unfair. She knew he didn’t want more than his life in Autre. He hadn’t hidden that or lied about it. So if they got into a relationship it would be becauseshethought she could be different. And what if she changed her mind? And what if she panickedthen?
Basically, what had happened that morning but on a much, much larger, more serious, more painful level?
“Savannah?”
"What?” She really tried to focus on Becca. "Sorry, I'm really distracted with this trip."
"Yeah, the trip," Becca said with a nod. "I was saying that you are thinking about turning that work trip into a very good excuse to miss the holidays here, right?"
"Not necessarily," she tried lying.
Becca gave her acome on nowlook.
