He’d been an idiot to want to avoid another female, and he’d probably come across as a real misogynist when he’d specifically requested a male pilot. But given how scrambled his brain and his heart was from Savannah, he didn’t regret his decision. He was drawn to strong women, and from what her brother had said about her, Blair Snyder sounded much stronger than most.
“Ms. Snyder is not available either,” the receptionist replied.
He uttered a groan of frustration as that feeling of being out of control intensified.
“How the hell do they run their damn company then if neither of them is ever available?” he asked. But then knowing the receptionist was not to blame, he added, “I’m sorry. I know it’s not your fault.” Any of it. She had nothing to do with his frustration; that was all Savannah’s fault. “Just please make sure one of them returns my call today.”
“Yes, sir.”
That tone, that sassy tone...
His skin tingled in reaction to whom she reminded him of. She sounded so much like Savannah that he began to ask her name. But before he could finish his question, the line disconnected. It might have been that the plane was readying for takeoff and the connection was lost, or she might have hung up on him, thinking their conversation had ended.
Or, just like Savannah, she might have been avoiding a question she didn’t want to answer. He preferred the way Savannah had avoided answering his questions to having someone hang up on him, though.
How she’d driven him completely out of control and out of his damn mind. He could have talked to her on the way back from the fashion show, but she’d teased him...with her bare skin...
And he’d had to do the same to her—drive her out of her mind. But somehow, she always seemed more in control than he was. She always seemed to be able to handle how hot it got between them and still walk away unscathed.
He was the one who kept getting burned. And yet he was too fascinated to stay away from the flames. He just kept wanting more and more of her heat.
But he was starting to want more than that.
Like maybe her heart, too.
Or did that already belong to someone else?