Page 101 of All I Want For Christmas

She returned his smile. “Well, this…or murder.”

He laughed. “Yeah, Zander will be happy withthisoutcome.”

“Yeah?”

“Sex doesn’t require all the paperwork.”

Chapter

Ten

Savannah rolled over, blinking against the sun streaming in on her face. She squeezed her eyes shut again, smiled, and stretched.

She knew exactly where she was. Theo Taggart’s cabin. On the bayou.

Holy shit.

But her smile grew. Last night had been… amazing.

And not at all what she’d expected when she’d gotten into that airboat.

Oh, she'd expected Theo to be hot and a dirty talker and to give her one of the best nights of sex she'd ever hadifthey ever got to that point. And she wasn’t shocked that they had finally.

But she hadn't expected any of that to happenlast night.

But wow…it had.

It had definitely made the night go faster. She hadn't felt a bit of anxiety the entire time.

She laughed softly to herself and rolled to look at his side of the bed.

It was empty.

Well, Theo seemed like the type to get up and make coffee. If not breakfast. She would definitely not mind having that hot man serving her breakfast in bed.

She also wouldn't mind having breakfast with him in his cute little cabin kitchen.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and looked around. She hadn't been wearing any clothes when she'd come over here. Her towel was draped over the chair in the corner, and while it was probably dry by now, she needed a little bit more than that to wear at this point.

There was a t-shirt hanging over the other arm of the chair, so she grabbed that and pulled it over her head. It hit her mid-thigh, the sleeves hanging to her elbows, covering everything necessary for the time being.

She lifted the front of it to her nose and took a long inhale. It also smelled like Theo. It was soft, worn, and was the deep hunter green that the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries used for their non-uniform garb.

While this had the insignia of the department on the back, it was for more casual wear rather than what they wore when on the clock.

She might have to steal this.

She ran her fingers through her hair as she headed for the bathroom. She scrubbed her face and swished some mouthwash she found in his cabinet around in her mouth. Then she went out to the kitchen to find him.

But the cabin was empty. Completely empty. The note on the counter simply read,I’ll be back later, T.

He was gone. Until later. Whenever that was.

Okay.

She took a breath. Then made herself walk calmly to the window.

His truck was gone.

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