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He was surprised when Savannah stood and moved to put her arms around him. “Hey,” she said. “You have a cot over there.” She gestured toward that part of the room. “Wouldn’t you like to enjoy this new person? I’d like to see what it’s like to make love in this new persona of mine.”

Grayson laughed. “I liked your previous self, too, but I’m always interested in variety.” Not exactly true—he liked her in every incarnation—but that fit the moment. He stood, too, and took her into his arms.

Their kiss was long and hot—like the others they had shared when she was just Savannah. Not just Savannah. She was a lovely person, no matter what her face looked like, no matter how she held her body.

Savannah eventually pulled back and looked up at him. Despite the bit of makeup she had used so far, her eyes remained the sharp, sweet, sexy green he had come to know. “So what do you think about this new me?”

“I still have a lot to learn about you,” he said and, taking her hand, led her to that cot she had pointed to.

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A while later, Savannah wriggled her naked body against Grayson’s, feeling his waning hardness, feeling his heat. They were quite close together, since the cot wasn’t very large, but they hadn’t needed a lot of room.

He wriggled back and pulled her closer, his arms still around her body.

Who knew? Before the events of the last few days, she wouldn’t have imagined herself making love so soon after her divorce, if ever again. And with a man she hardly knew? Grayson was not one of the men she would have anticipated getting physical with. Though he and his family had money, she believed he had only appeared occasionally at her social functions. He, unlike Zane, hadn’t seemed to be excited about appearing in public at events held for the town’s elite. But who cared?

He was a first responder, and he definitely had responded to her in many ways.

“So,” he said to her. “That was a first for my bunker, and it certainly was memorable.”

“Good. I’m glad to have helped you make history here.” But her mind was zooming. “Even so, there’s still some daylight outside, or at least I think so. None apparently penetrates this place.”

“Nope. But are you suggesting you’re already prepared to get out there and test your disguise, like you mentioned before?”

“I am, but—”

He read her mind. Or maybe it was obvious. “But do I think it’s time, and do I think you look different enough to give that a try? Yes, I do, if we’re careful. And we will be. Both of us.”

“That’s good.” There wasn’t much she could say to that except, “I agree. And believe you, Grayson. Thank you so much for everything.”

He again pulled her close, and she loved how her body reacted to his naked presence, from her nipples to the warmth of her most sensual parts below.

Well, heck. It was late in the day. She figured waiting till tomorrow to start checking on Zane would be the better plan.

Plus, this way she could practice putting on her disguise again in the morning.

Tonight she could attempt to seduce Grayson again.

And so she did.

Chapter 17

This had to work and provide her with the information and optimism she needed, Savannah hoped the next morning as she again slid into the back seat of Grayson’s car, being careful not to rub her glasses along the surface as she lay down. If all went well, if she had done a good job with her makeup and clothing and all and looked as different as she hoped, she might be able to go out in public and learn all she needed to fix her life now and prove she was innocent of all accusations against her.

If not...well, she didn’t want to think about that.

She did want to think about last night, though. It had been wonderful spending it in the small bed with Grayson, even between their fantastic bouts of sex. Grayson had been fine with hanging out with her that way. In fact, he had seemed happy about waiting until they had a whole new day before beginning their latest plan. They had eaten a brief breakfast of things he’d brought to the bunker, and Savannah had gotten into her disguise once more before they left.

Grayson hadn’t initially mentioned it, but he had also bought her two pairs of glasses—one, sunglasses, and the other, regular glasses with a dark, wide frame but with no prescription

She had checked out her appearance again before coming out to the car. Grayson’s bunker also had a large mirror in its bathroom, and thanks to the lantern in there, she was able to see herself well enough to confirm that she looked quite different from the usual Savannah Oliver.

Which wasn’t her name right now, nor was Savannah Murphy. She’d chosen a new name out of thin air in case she wound up talking to someone and needed to identify herself: Chloe Michaels.

Savannah had done a quick search on her phone for the name and saw quite a few faces come up, which was a good thing. The more, the merrier. That way, she was unlikely to be confused with any other person, or so she hoped.

It was time to get started. That hopefully would include sneaking into Zane’s house and looking for...well, whatever she could find that might tell her who her ex recently communicated with, and how and what they’d said. She at least had some ideas about what types of high-tech gadgets he had used.

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