Page 39 of Savannah Heat

Dan walked up behind her and unhooked her bra. “I guess there were more important things on my mind.”

Chapter Seventeen

“Was that getting reacquainted sex part two we had?” Jenna asked later from the middle of the oversized king bed.

“I don’t think there’s a name for what we did,” Dan said, getting up to get them water. “Be right back, and don’t go to sleep. I hesitate to tell you this since you are already so enamored with this place. But a mini fridge is in the dressing room area.”

Jenna stretched and yawned. “Oh really? You’d better hurry. I’m very relaxed now, and it’s your fault, but I might work up the energy to inspect the dressing room and closets.”

“If you need to be revived, I can pour this cold water on you,” Dan said, as he came back into the room with a bottle of water in each hand. “And food is in the refrigerator too, the big one downstairs. So if you’re hungry now, speak up.”

“Not hungry enough to trudge down to the kitchen naked and make food.”

Dan handed her a bottle of water. “Oh, you are a lazy, spoiled, and beautiful woman. Accept your water and be grateful.”

Jenna took a few sips and sat up. “Humm, maybe I am a little hungry. Seriously, what’s down there to eat?”

Dan laughed, pulling her up out of bed. “I know where I can find an apron to cover part of your nakedness and protect you from potential cooking errors.”

“You must be kidding.” Jeanna wrapped a blanket around her body. “I want milk and cookies. I don’t plan to cook.”

“Come on then. Let’s see what we can find.” Dan caught Jenna as she tripped on her blanket going down the stairs. “The stairs are not made for after party use, especially for those not wearing clothing. Why are you dragging the blanket downstairs?”

“I’m cold, and I didn’t want to search for my robe. Living here and going up and down three flights of stairs multiple times a day would keep one fit.”

Dan turned to look at her. “Another reason for you to buy the house? I’m beginning to think you are serious about this.”

Jenna secured the blanket around her shoulders as they made their way into the large gourmet kitchen. “I’d want to have a better look around, of course, but yeah, I’m liking it—a lot.”

Dan flipped on all the lights.

Jenna gasped. “Oh, this kitchen, I am in love.” She lifted her arms and bowed to open the giant refrigerator, the blanket sliding off and leaving her naked.

Dan stared and smiled. “Oh, me, too. Love this kitchen.”

Jenna ignored his remark and shivered. “Where’s that apron? The blanket is a little unwieldy.”

“As if you are really cold? Go put on a robe, and I’ll make sandwiches. You can’t eat trying to hold the blanket on you. When the AC kicks on again, you will be very chilly down here, trust me.”

“You’ve been naked here in the kitchen before, have you?”

“Yes, and no one around to appreciate it,” Dan said, looking into the refrigerator. “Maybe scrambled eggs instead of a sandwich,” he mumbled.

“Whatever you decide.” Jenna rolled her eyes and went back upstairs, dragging the blanket behind her. When she got back down, she spotted Dan putting two ham sandwiches and cookies and milk on the table. Jenna hugged the robe around her and took a seat. “Wow, you are a wonder. No chips?”

“You are high maintenance, woman.” Dan stood to look in the pantry. “You’re in luck.” He brought out a bag of chips and put it beside her plate. “It’s all yours.”

Jenna opened the bag of chips and pulled out a large one. “Why does food always taste better after a party or after sex? Especially food you shouldn’t have?”

As he watched her, Dan poured himself a glass of milk. “One of those mystery questions to send out to the universe.” He took a bite of his sandwich. “This does taste good. I got the ham at the deli yesterday.”

“I want a house tour next. We can sleep late tomorrow. All we have on the agenda is to figure out who the Red Cat is, figure out the Brock-Harper-Gail connection, and hope Gail and Sal Amato have no plans to set you up. That’s all—easy, right? What are they doing here together, Gail and Harper, and does Brock fit in at all?”

Dan laughed. “Yeah, that’s all we have to worry about. We should have it all solved by the second cup of coffee. I hope I hear back from Luc soon. I feel some connection exists to Harper and all these thefts, and we can eventually figure it out. But I can’t figure out how or if Gail fits in at all. Maybe Harper was pumping her for information or the other way around. And Sal Amato—well, maybe he was or is only the muscle guy for Harper, or does he have another role?”

“Maybe he’s trying to find out more about you and why you are here.”

“Harper, maybe, but Gail has dissected my life. There’s not much she doesn’t know about me. But Sal Amato here with her now and why—I can’t figure any other logical reason except to help Harper in some way. Learning her agenda is crucial.”