Page 104 of All I Want For Christmas

Okay, so Becca didn’t know that he and Savannah had slept together.

That… bugged him.

Becca was Savannah’s best friend. From what he could tell, they told each other everything. He wouldn’t be surprised if Becca was one of the very few people that knew Savannah’s whole family history and what was going on with her mom.

But she hadn’t told Becca that she’d slept with him last night? What did that mean?

“I guess we never settled on a time. I didn’t want to wake her up so early,” he finally said.

“Yeah, well, wrong choice. She wanted to get the hell out of there. She would have been ready as soon as the sun came up even if she’d had electricity and AC.”

Yeah, well, when the sun had come up, she’d been snuggled up in his bed, exhausted from the hot, dirty, best sex of his life.

And he’d been hoping they could spend the day together. He’d thought about showing her more of the bayou. Maybe showing her the bald eagle nest he’d found last week. Or giving her an airboat driving lesson, helping her learn the basics at least so she’d feel more comfortable on the bayou. Or even taking her to his favorite pond for some skinny dipping.

“I’ve tried calling and texting. If you talk to her, tell her to call me. I would like to apologize.”

“Okay.” Becca gave him a funny look. “I mean, I think she’s fine now that she’s back. But I’ll tell her.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Theo had a feeling he wasn’t going to hear from Savannah Lee for quite some time.

And he was right.

He didn’t hear from her or see her again until Thursday night at the city council meeting.

Savannah was already there when he walked in.

She was wearing another pencil skirt and a silky blouse.

And just like he’d promised her that night in bed, seeing her in that skirt made him think about how it had felt to be buried inside her.

He wondered if she’d thought of that when she’d put it on. And if she had, that was damned diabolical.

He was equally turned on and frustrated.

Her blouse was a pale pink, but it might as well have been white. It was completely wrinkle-free, very feminine, and definitely buttoned-up. It made his palms itch with the desire to wrinkle it, rip it, and throw it on his bedroom floor.

Her legs looked amazing, of course, in three-inch heels that made his cock hard.

And she barely glanced at him when he came down the aisle and took the seat directly across from her.

He turned toward her, leaning forward, his forearms on his thighs, feet spread, taking up most of the aisle between them. “Savannah,” he kept his voice low, but firm.

He saw her chin lift slightly and take a deep breath, but she didn’t say anything.

“Savannah, look at me.”

“Just let it go, Theo,” she said, still looking straight ahead.

“Let it go? That you’re not speaking to me? Returning phone calls and texts? I’m not going to do that.”

“There is nothing that we need to say in a phone call or text. Or in person. We’ve never really talked much. We should just go back to how things were before.”

“You don’t want to hear that I’m sorry?”

She pressed her lips together, then said, “It doesn’t matter.”

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