Page 51 of Grady

“You always smell good.” He moved his lips up from her neck to her ear. “If I wasn’t so hungry, I’d say the hell with food and carry you off to bed.”

“You’ll need your strength,” she said, then laughed when he chuckled. “Please sit. The steaks are ready.”

“How do you know how I like my steak?”

“I made it medium rare. If that’s not done enough, I’ll cook it a little more.”

“That’s exactly how I like it.”

“Me too. Now, please sit down.” She carried the plates to the table along with baked potatoes.

“After you.” He stood beside the chair.

Savannah smiled, then sat down, and he did too. Then he got up and walked to the pantry.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need more than just butter for my potato.”

“Like what?”

“Bacon bits, cheese, onions—I’ll skip the onions,” he said with a grin.

“You can always brush your teeth if you want onions.” Savannah smiled.

“Okay.” He carried everything to the table. “Do you want any of this?”

“No. I only like butter, salt and pepper.”

“I’m sorry, we can’t be together anymore.”

Savannah narrowed her eyes. “Are you breaking up with me over baked potatoes?”

Grady winked. “Nah. It would take more than that.”

“Good thing, Henderson.”

He laughed and they began eating, and he told her all about the cattle drive. She loved listening to him. He really loved his job.

“Parker went in the helicopter with you?”

“Yeah. She told Maverick she’d never been in one and wanted to go with me.” Grady shook his head and laughed. “She had a ball.”

“I’d love to go up in one. I’ve flown in a plane but not a chopper.”

“Well, I’ll have to take you up in it one day.”

“Deal,” she said as she put a piece of steak in her mouth. “This is a good birthday present.”

“It’s your birthday?”

“In three days.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think about it. You were gone for two weeks.”

“I’d love to take you out to dinner for your birthday, but I don’t think I can get a reservation this late.”

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