Page 59 of Stuck Bayou

“I’ll make a list,” he said. Then he grabbed her hand. “Let’s go get our car.” He started toward the rental car counters.

“You know about renting cars?” she asked, letting him tug her along, enjoying the feel of holding his hand and the flirty air around them, and that he’d forgiven her for her thoughtlessness.

“Never done it,” he admitted. “But I assume we’ll need a car, and unless you’re just going to buy one, I assume you’ll rent one, and these big signs say RENTAL CARS, so I kind of added two plus two plus two and got to six.”

Savannah laughed. “Molly didn’t teach you about rental cars?”

He stopped so suddenly she almost ran into him. He turned to look down at her. “I don’t care about Molly,” he said firmly. “She was a nice woman who actually did give me a few helpful tips about travel points. But the entire time she was talking, I was wondering how many points it would take to buy three coach seats for the next trip you and I take.”

“Three?” Her voice sounded breathless.

He moved in closer, until he was nearly standing on top of her. “The first-class seats are too far apart, whereas if we had all three seats in a row in back, we could cover up with a blanket, and I could finger you underneath it and get you off at least twice during an hour flight. And doing that to you while you have to maintain your buttoned-up, serious business woman façade would be hot as hell.”

Savannah worked on breathing. And not drooling.

He leaned in slightly. “I will not be calling Molly. Ever. And I didn’t talk to her to make you jealous, though I’ll admit, I fucking love that you are. But the next time you bring up her name, I’m going to spank your sweet ass for it, got it?”

Savannah had the most intense, strange reaction to all of that.

Her stomach flipped in surprise over how serious he was as he rattled all of that off. She believed every word. Her pussy clenched and her panties got wet almost immediately because…yes, please. And her heart tripped because he was talking aboutthemtaking another trip together.

She wanted that.

All of that.

Another trip, the coach seats, him making her come while she tried to stay stoic…and the spanking. A little. Okay, more than she would have expected.

And another trip.

“Savannah?” he asked, his voice gruff as she continued to just stare up at him. “Got it?”

She swallowed. “Yep.”

“Okay.” Then he turned and started for the rental car counter, tugging her along again.

fifteen

Forty-five minutes later,they were in their rental car, Savannah was behind the wheel, Theo was scowling as he looked between his phone screen and the road in front of them.

“This is not good,” he muttered.

Yeah, no shit.

The lady at the rental counter had commented about how bad the weather was and that it was forecast to get worse.

And she’d been absolutely right.

It had been cloudy with some light, pretty snow falling in Asheville.

After about ten minutes, the snow was coming down harder and the visibility was reduced significantly.

Now? They were forty-five minutes down the road and it was horrible.

At least in Savannah’s opinion. Weather and bad roads was subjective, she supposed, but she couldn’t imagine anyone thinking these roads were fine.

However, for two people who lived in the south, these roads were getting impossible. Savannah hadn’t grown up in Louisiana but most of her driving experience was in the temperate climate since she’d used her father’s car service or public transport in New York.

Louisiana didn’t really get snow. They definitely didn’t get snow likethis. Huge, fat flakes that swirled and twirled before hitting the ground and piling up on top of one another, sticking to everything, covering the trees, bushes, rocks…and the road.

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