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And she was going to keep that delusional thinking going until tomorrow when Theo showed back up.

She frowned.

He hadn’t said what time he’d be back tomorrow.

But hewouldbe back tomorrow.

She was sure of it.

She wasprettysure of it.

Okay, she was about fifty-percent sure of it.

Hewouldmess with her by being late to show up or even not showing up until thenextday. But she had her cell phone and…she grabbed it and then let out a breath when she saw that she had three bars. It wasn’t five, but three was much better than the zero she’d been expecting.

She could call someone. Becca and Beau would come get her. Kennedy would come get her. Lots of people would. She only had to make it throughonenight and Theo would have to admit that she’d held up her side of the bargain.

Savannah pressed a hand to her belly and took a deep breath.

It was going to be fine.

Absolutely totallyfine.

Chapter

Six

Why was he so keyed up?

Theo stalked across the length of his cabin, grabbing a beer from his fridge. He’d been trying to work for the past two hours but had gotten very little done.

He knew exactly why he was distracted. Savannah Lee was inside the cabin nestled amongst the trees about thirty yards from his cabin.

He didn't have any windows on the side that faced her cabin, but if he stepped out onto his front or back porch, he would be able to see light from the windows in her cabin. Faintly. They weren't right next door to one another, and there were plenty of trees and bushes and other tall plants between them. Not to mention marshy ground that he wouldn’t walk across without hip waders.

Still, he knew she was there. That's all it really took.

This was such a bad idea.

Especially because he'd left her behind with the look on her face that looked like she meant the words,This is actually really charming.

Dammit. She was supposed to hate the cabin. She was supposed to be freaked out about being this deep in the bayou.She was supposed to think all of this was far too rustic, too beneath her.

He popped the top off his bottle of beer and shoved a hand through his hair.

He knew he wasn't being fair. In all of the time Savannah had spent in Autre, she had never acted like she was looking down her nose. She always seemed like she was having a good time. She'd always treated everyone with friendliness and respect.

Just because she wore those God damn high heels, had professionally done streaks in her hair, had nearly flawless makeup on, and smelled like a million bucks, didn't mean that she was stuck up.

It was the exact fact that shewasn'tthat had drawn him to her.

Okay, her long blonde hair and tight ass too. He wasn’t going to lie to himself.

The buttoned-up gorgeous City Girl had drawn his eye the very first time he'd ever seen her.

But the fact that she'd always acted comfortable in Autre, had laughed at the bawdy jokes, had given back as much shit as she’d gotten from the Landry boys, had climbed onto the airboats, eaten crawfish, shot down moonshine, and worn cut off denim shorts as easily as she wore Gucci skirts, had definitely done something to him.

No, he didn't want to date a bayou girl, someone who'd grown up here and knew everything inside and out, but he definitely liked seeing Savannah barefoot with dirt on her perfectly painted toes and a little sunburn kissing her very cute nose.

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