Page 120 of All I Want For Christmas

“I do. Thanks,” Theo said.

Savannah actually felt her mouth open to respond. But she hadnoidea what to say. That he wouldn’t be needing Molly’s number? That would be a ridiculous thing to say. No, he wouldn’t need Molly duringthistrip. But his family lived here.Or near here. Who was Savannah to say that he’d never call the other woman? She had no claim on Theo’s future trips.

But then she was so startled by the next thought that she completely forgot what she’d been about to say anyway.

Shewantedto claim Theo’s future trips. The ones to North Carolina and trips to other places.

Right now, seeing Theo Taggart in an airport, far from Louisiana, hearing that he’d been curious and excited about the airport and how everything worked…

Would he be interested in more travel?

Where would he want to go?

How fun would it be to show him places he’d love because of the gorgeous outdoor spaces like Colorado and Vermont and Washington State?

And how fun would it be to show him places very unlike Louisiana? Chicago, San Francisco, Washington D.C.

Savannah watched Molly grab her suitcase and start for the exit.

It wasn’t until Theo said, “Hey, you okay?” that she focused back onthismoment.

Savannah looked up at him. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

She was shaken, actually.

She wanted to travel with Theo.

She wanted to show him new places. She wanted to find places he would love and plan trips that they’d both enjoy, doing things she knew they’d both love but also new-to-them-both things that they could experience together for the first time.

Oh…wow. This could be really bad.

Because if he hated that idea, if he said anything like ‘I have everything I need in Louisiana, why would I want to go anywhere else?’ it would break her heart.

“You sure?” He was frowning. “You look weird.”

“Uh, thanks.” She gave him an eyeroll because she figured he’d expect that. She swallowed, trying to find some sass. “It’s probably boredom that you’re seeing in my eyes. I’ve been sitting here waiting forever.”

“Well, I didn’t know how this whole thing worked. If they brought our bags to us somewhere, or if you hoity-toity first-class people got to wait somewhere separate from the rest of us riff-raff or what.”

He grinned and Savannah felt her lower body clench. Fuck. He was so hot when he was…okay, doing anything. Dammit. But this teasing side combined with the little-boy-experiencing-new-things was fucking adorable.

“If I had my way, they would…” She trailed off on her snarky response about keeping the people who fly coach in another area. She swallowed and finally just said, “I’m sorry.”

Theo’s brow creased. “Sorry for what?”

“For not waiting upstairs for you. It didn’t even occur to me that you wouldn’t know what to do or where to go. And…I should have gotten you a seat with me. That was just me being bitchy.” Her gaze was locked on the neckline of the long-sleeved t-shirt he wore.

He was wearing that long-sleeved, dark gray shirt with his jeans and boots like it was his damned job. He looked so good. The cotton molded to his shoulders, chest and abs and…well, she knew exactly what those jeans were doing to his ass without looking. She’d ogled his ass enough in the time she’d known him.

She felt no ill will for Molly. The girl had no option other than to find Theo extremely attractive and to stick by his side for as long as she possibly could.

Savannah felt Theo’s finger under her chin and he tipped her face up to look into his eyes. “I’m a big boy, City Girl.”

“Yes. I’m aware. Didn’t we already cover that in Molly’s verbal essay about you deserving first class?”

He grinned. “Yes, in that way, I’m big.”

Savannah felt her body heat. And she could tell that he knew that’s what was happening.

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