Page 47 of Colton First Responder (Coltons of Mustang Valley)

What was he doing? Why was he risking so much to help this woman? Why did he believe in her and her innocence, despite there apparently being plenty of evidence against her?

Well, heck. He hated to admit, even to himself, that he was attracted to her...despite himself. For now. But he would slough that off soon, when he no longer needed to do things for her.

There. He had reached the turnoff to the cabin. He slowed to make sure he saw no one nearby, then drove in that direction.

He soon parked beside the cabin. He didn’t see Savannah outside, at least. Was she inside? Was she hiding?

Was she okay?

He realized he needed to stay calm and act certain that all would be well, or he would just make things worse for her. She must be freaked out, justifiably so.

Well, as far as he was concerned, another glitch had occurred that they would need to deal with, but life would just go on and they would find a way to fix things for Savannah.

He had to. His mind leapt to why he had become a first responder in the first place, how he hadn’t been able to help his friend Philip Prokol, who’d come home from military service with PTSD, which had killed him.

Well, nothing like that would happen to Savannah. Grayson would help her. Somehow.

He got out of his car and pulled out from the trunk a couple of bags of things he had bought for her.

Then he went to the cabin’s front door. It was locked—a good thing. He knocked.

“Yes?” called a familiar voice from inside. Or was it familiar? He had heard Savannah in distress before, but the quiver in her tone and higher pitch suggested she truly felt tormented now.

“It’s your deliveryman Grayson, Savannah,” he called out, keeping his tone light.

The door opened immediately. Savannah appeared as anxious as he had imagined, her face ashen, her lips straight and tight. “Come in,” she managed to say, and as soon as he was inside she closed the door behind him and locked it.

He looked down at her in the light from the lanterns, holding out a few bags.

She didn’t reach for them. Instead, she headed for that same old table and sat down.

And put her face in her hands. “What am I going to do, Grayson?” Her voice was a wail—although a sweet, despairing one.

He wished he had an answer for her. A good answer.

For now, he placed the bags on the table in front of her and reached down, encouraging her to stand again.

Which she did. And again looked up at him. Her eyes sought his. Her mouth opened slightly—as she reached out at the same time he reached for her.

Their kiss was soft at first, as he attempted to use the contact to reassure her physically.

But then it began heating up, their contact growing fiercer. He felt her arms pull him closer as his did the same. He allowed his hands to range along her back, touching her buttocks, then released her slightly so he could reach between them and feel her wonderfully firm breasts.

He grew harder, even as Savannah pushed her body against his even more. She clasped him tightly to her, then moved enough so she could first grasp his butt, too, then move her hand forward to touch his erection as their kiss became hot and all-encompassing. He couldn’t think of anything else but her.

Except—

“Please, Grayson,” Savannah said, stepping back only enough to start unbuttoning his shirt.

So what could he do but do the same with hers, while leading her toward the cabin’s bed?

Chapter 14

This was such a bad idea. A stupid idea. And yet Savannah wanted it, wanted Grayson, more than anything else at this moment.

No, it wouldn’t last long, but for now all she needed to think about was how being near him this way set her body ablaze with desire. Concentrating on what was here and now and not happening anyplace else, whether or not it concerned her.

She had tamped down her interest in him from the moment he had arrived at this cabin. It had seemed so inappropriate. It didn’t matter that he was the only person she could communicate with in her current, small world. That wasn’t the sole reason she found him attractive.

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