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But then she moved into his lap, straddling his thighs, and his big hands went to her ass, bringing her up against him, and yeah, she meant physically too.

And later after dinner, when he pulled her into his arms to dance, the way they fit then proved it just as well. It felt so natural to dance with him. Some of the songs were fast, and he twirled her around and dipped her back, and they laughed. Some of them were slow, and they swayed together, her head on his chest, and she just sighed happily.

It was all so perfect. These couple of days, just him and her, had been magical. She could stay here for another two days. Or weeks. Or months. Just like this.

So when they woke up the next morning and found out the roads had been cleared earlier than expected, and they could leave, she was actually disappointed.

nineteen

Theo was pissed.

He was standing outside the Merry Falls Lodge on a bright, sunny, albeit cold, day after one of the best weekends—hell, one of the bestChristmases—of his life…saying goodbye to the woman he’d fallen in love with.

“I can’t believe he’s sending you to the farm after all,” he told her with a scowl.

She was supposed to be getting on an airplane with him. But her boss had called and decided that now that the roads were open, there was no reason she couldn’t make the trip up to the Monroe Family Farm.

Steve didn't care about their huge light show, their sleigh rides, the Christmas trees, or reindeer anyway, so the fact that she’d missed Christmas there didn’t matter. He wanted her to see the inn, the rooms, the nearby town, and talk to them more in-depth about their plans. Then he wanted Savannah to give him a presentation in two days about how they could renovate the place.

She didn’t want to do it.

She thought the farm should stay as it was.

She also wanted to go back to Louisiana today. With Theo.

“I know, but what choice do I have?” she asked. “I mean, I don’t have to get back to work like you do. Thisiswork for me.”

“Is Mark going to be there?” Theo asked with a scowl. He didn’t know how he would pull off staying longer and going with her, but if some other guy who was going to hit on her the entire time was going to be there, Theowouldfind a way to protect her.

“No,” she said. “He decided it was too much trouble with the weather and the flight delays and cancellations.”

Well, at leastthatwas working out. “Good.” His hands were resting on her hips as they stood next to the rental car in front of the lodge. He pulled her closer. “Just quit. You’re going to anyway. Just do it today.”

“I can’t quit without another plan in place.”

He understood that. But he already missed her, and he hadn’t even left yet. "This sucks," he told her.

She looked sad too. "I know."

His plane ticket could've been switched just like hers had, but Steve wasn't paying for his. And Theo did have to get back to work.

"At least this time you’re in first class," she told him with a small smile.

"I don’t give a shit where I’m sitting if you're not next to me," he told her, cupping her cheek.

Henry was giving her a ride up to the Monroe Farm. It was an hour away, but Lucy, Henry, and Scott knew the Monroes. Then Henry had said he could give Savannah a ride back to Asheville on the twenty-seventh. He’d assured her that there were plenty of supplies he could go get and it was no problem.

Savannah was insisting on paying him even though both he and Lucy argued it wasn’t necessary. Theo’s money was on Savannah winning that battle, but Lucy was tough.

Theo almost smiled thinking about the people here at the lodge that they’d gotten to know in their short stay. But he couldn’t quite muster a grin.

This was not how he’d planned for this all to end up. He wasn’t done with Savannah Lee. But he wasn’t sure what to say or do to make sure she knew that, yet not push too hard at the same time.

"Are you coming to Autre when you’re done here?”

She grimaced. "No. I have to be in Alexandria on the thirtieth and thirty-first."

“Alexandria, Louisiana?”

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