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She walked upstairs to change into a T-shirt and lounge pants. It was almost two in the morning, but she was too wound up to sleep.

After heading back downstairs, she got a bottle of water from the fridge, then returned to her bedroom and climbed onto the bed. She stacked the pillows behind her, picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

Bentley came into the room and jumped up onto the bed, circled a few times, then laid down and let out a big sigh.

“Yes, you’ve had such a rough day, haven’t you?” Savannah smiled. “I had so much fun tonight and I will be going again.” She laughed when he got up, turned away from her. “I’m sorry I’m bothering you.”

A little while later, she knew she could finally sleep, so she turned off the TV, switched off the light, slid under the blankets, closed her eyes and drifted off.

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Grady sat in the recliner, watching an old movie, which he enjoyed doing. He was sure he’d been born in the wrong era. He had over a hundred black and white movies on DVD and still had a player for them. He grinned as he thought of how Maverick always teased him about having them, telling Grady he could stream them instead, but Grady liked having them.

He rarely did anything on Sundays. He’d had a good time last night but didn’t drink more than three beers. He hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off Savannah. She was a stunning woman. He wouldn’t mind getting to know her.

Her dark red hair had flowed past her shoulders and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle. She stood around five foot five, which made him a foot taller. He grinned. It evened out where itmattered. He certainly wouldn’t mind proving that with her.

His cellphone buzzed from the arm of the chair. He picked it up to see his father’s number.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Grady, are you going to be coming to see your mother on her birthday?”

Grady grinned. It was the same question every year.

“Yes, sir. I still have to find something for her. Hey, do you know if she likes antiques?”

“She loves them. Damn, son, they’re all over the house.”

“Like I’d know what they look like, Dad.”

His father laughed. “That’s true.”

“There’s an antique store in town. I can look, but can you maybe ask her in a roundabout way to find out what she likes but doesn’t have?”

“Sure, I’ll do that. Come for dinner one evening.”

“Yes, sir, I will. Let me know what you find out from Mom.”

“I will. I’ll talk to you soon. We love you.”

“I love you too. Talk soon.” Grady hung up.

He hated shopping. Most of it was done online so he didn’t have to put up with crowds.

Later, after eating dinner, he sat in the recliner but couldn’t keep his eyes open. He looked at the clock to see it was almost ten, so he decided to go to bed. He got up at five, and hoped he would fall asleep fast, but as he lay in bed, he couldn’t get Savannah out of his head, as he wondered if she was involved with anyone.

Monday morning, he entered the barn, then strode toward his office. After unlocking the door, he entered and walked around his desk.

A little while later, the door opened, and Maverick stepped in, then took a seat.

“Did you have a good Sunday?”

“I didn’t do a thing, so yeah, I had a good Sunday. Did you?”

“Yeah, Parker and I didn’t do anything either,” Maverick said with a grin.

“Best kind of Sunday in my opinion. What are you up to today?”

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