Page 61 of Stuck Bayou


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“Easy. You’ve got this,” Theo murmured.

She made the turn and they started up the drive. There was a huge house up ahead, the windows all lit up.

“How big is this place?” she asked.

“Sixteen rooms. A big lobby. A restaurant. There’s a pub next door,” Theo said, reading from his phone.

“Cool,” Savannah said, concentrating on driving.

The tires were slipping a little again and she concentrated on turning into the slide.

“It was built in the eighteenth century. It’s a historic landmark,” Theo said.

“Great.”

“Is my talking making things better or worse?”

“Maybe just a little wo—”

And then she pulled the wheel a little too far, the back end slid the opposite direction…and then kept going. The car spun, then slid.

Savannah let out a gasp, Theo braced his hand on the dash, swearing, as they slid into a huge snow bank. The car came to an abrupt stop.

Her seatbelt jerked across her body, thrusting the breath out of her lungs.

“Fuck. Are you okay?” Theo asked.

She realized her eyes were shut. She opened them and became aware of one of Theo’s hands braced over her chest. She gave a little laugh. Her hand came up to cover his and she looked over at him. “Yes. I’m okay. Are you?”

“Yeah.”

She took a few deep breaths. Then said, “Fuck.”

Theo looked out the side window. “Yeah. This is…fuck.”

Savannah put the car in reverse and pressed the accelerator. The tires spun. She tried drive but there wasn’t really anywhere to go.

“I think we’re stuck.”

Theo nodded. “We’re stuck.”

The house was still at least fifty yards away.

“Let me see if I can push us out.”

Theo opened his car door, and snow swirled inside. “Dammit,” he muttered, but he got out, slamming the door behind him.

Savannah watched in the rearview mirror as he waded through the snow, checking out the rear of the car, then the front. He pushed against the back, and the car wiggled, but he came back, yanked his door open, and slid inside.

His hair and beard already had snow sticking to them and Savannah reached up to the brush it away. “We’re walking right?” she asked.

“I think so.” His gaze dropped to her bare legs. “Right now, I’m a little sorry I’m so into your pencil skirts and you’re such a good girl.” He looked up with a little grin. “But only a little.”

In a snap, Savannah’s body responded to his deep voice sayinggood girl.Damn, she was in so much trouble with him. She shook her head. “Dammit, this issonot the time to get all sexy with me.”

“How am I getting sexy?”

“The good girl thing.”

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