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“I want to see you two shake on the agreement.”
Savannah flushes scarlet and honestly looks like she’d rather disappear. But I hold my hand out stiffly. She takes my hand, her fingers warm against mine as we shake. Our eyes catch.
The slide of her skin against mine. Her grip on me is firm, which is surprising given how crimson her cheeks are. I want to pull her in, touch her cheek, and tilt her head back until her full lips are just in the right position for me to kiss them.
But I can’t. I need to snap out of it! I squeeze her hand a little too hard before letting go. Savannah keeps staring at me, her eyes wide and her breathing a little too fast.
“Wonderful!” Rex starts to walk back toward his truck, keeping the contract with him. “I think you two are a match made in heaven.”
I swallow the words that want to leap from my mouth because they are foul.
Rex gets to his truck, stops, and then checks out Savannah’s car.
“Savannah, darlin, do you need a ride?”
“No!” she shouts, then bites her lip. “My car will drive home just fine.”
“Kay.” He gets in his truck, turns on country music that’s loud enough to burst your eardrums, and takes off.
After he’s gone, I look at Savannah. She smiles and shrugs.
“Guess it’s just you and me,” she says softly.
I snort and check my watch. “I have to go.”
“Oh?” she says, raising a brow.
“Yep.” I can tell she wants to ask, but I don’t give her a drop of information.
Pausing, I purse my lips. It’s obvious enough to me that I like Savannah. But getting involved with her is a bad idea for more reasons than I can count.
Savannah is now my employee. She’s beautiful, but if she knows my sister, she’s young. And I am supposed to be in a one-year-long period of not dating anyone.
That’s all before I carry out my plan to uproot Charlie and start our lives over in London. No girl like Savannah will want any part of that.
Savannah seems like a forever type of girl.
I jerk my chin at the car. “You really think you can drive that thing?”
She straightens her spine and her eyes twinkle with defiance. “You bet I can.”
“Can you work tomorrow?”
She nods. “Absolutely. I’ll be there with bells on.”
“Hm,” I grunt. I ask for her phone number and put it in my phone, then head for my car. “Later.”
I climb in and start the car, watching Savannah for a second. She sighs and turns toward her vehicle, but she is dragging her feet. It goes against everything in my body to just leave somebody in a situation where they might not be able to get home.
But half a minute later, she’s still only halfway to the damn car. I roll my window down and lean out the window.
“Get in the damned car!”
Savannah flashes me a surprised look and scurries to the car. She tries to start it once, the starter whirring. Then silence. I pull my car up to hers.
Savannah tries again, cranking the engine. The screeching mechanical sound is rough on my ears.
“Savannah—” I call out.
