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She laughed softly. “Got it.”

“I mean, youcouldpotentially walk to the next cabin, but it would take you quite a while.”

She held up the truck keys and jingled them. “But I have a truck now.”

He grinned. “That you do.”

They both got out of the truck, meeting at the tailgate.

“Well, guess I should head back to the cabin then,” she said. “I’ve been so anxious that I haven’t even started in on my relaxation.”

“Haven’t exfoliated anything?” He let his eyes drop to her long, bare legs.

Her smile turned a little sly, and hereallypreferred that to the soft vulnerability that made him want to wrap her in his arms and protect her from everything. Even her own self-castigating thoughts. “Nope. Haven’t been naked at all. Yet.”

Now it was heat that jabbed him low and deep in the gut. “Well, you better get started. Wouldn’t want to miss any of that.”

She started up the little drive where his truck sat but stopped on the road and looked back. “By the way, the gumbo was delicious. I also appreciated the fancy folds to the towels, and the orange vanilla soap smells really good. I can’t wait to use it.” Then she started off toward her cabin.

Theo opened his mouth to deny that he was the one who had folded the towels or bought the special soap.

But he closed it again without saying anything. One, because she seemed pleased to think that he’d done that.

And two, because he had.

Chapter

Eight

He was definitely not going to go over there.

But he might text her. Just to check and make sure everything was okay.

Not that he needed to. She now knew that he was next door. He hoped that she would come over if she needed anything. Or text him, at least.

It had been a couple of hours since he'd seen her. There was no reason to think that she wasn't okay.

But just in case, he should probably text her.

Then again, they'd left things on a good note. Hadn’t they?

He’dfelt good about it. He never would have guessed that Savannah Lee would be vulnerable and even…soft.

Okay, he’d thought she’d be soft but notthatkind of soft. Her lips? For sure. Her skin? Definitely. Breasts? Yep. That sweet area between her legs where he’d bet a man could happily get lost for days? Oh, fuck yeah.

He took a breath. He really needed to stop thinking about her. It was only a few hours until he could take her back to Autre. And she could successfully say that she'd spent the night on the bayou.

But wait, he didn't want her to successfully spend the night, right? If she didn't make it through the night, then he would have a good reason to shoot down her project.

Which was what he wanted.

And he really did. Bringing luxury cabins down here to the bayou was a terrible idea. He really did believe that.

But did he want Savannah to hate the bayou?

Theo sighed. No, he didn't. Even if he knew that her love for it, and potential fondness for anyone down here was temporary, he still wanted her to like it.

Because he was kind of a dumb ass.

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