Page 28 of Savannah's Secrets

He was a big boy. He’d get over it. Just as he’d gotten over his ex.

Or had he?

Savannah glanced at the drawer where the woman’s photo was hidden.

She sighed softly. He’d never forgive her once he learned that she was the granddaughter of his grandfather’s enemy.

But maybe he’d eventually understand.

Joseph Abbott hadn’t given her a choice. This was what she had to do, even if what she really wanted now was Blake Abbott.

The garage door creaked. Savannah peeked through the window. Blake’s big black pickup truck was approaching.

Savannah made a quick sweep of the room, ensuring everything was as she’d found it. She hurried into the hall past the dogs.

“Stay.” She held up a hand when they tried to follow her. Benny’s paw prints were all over the door, but there was no time to clean them.

Savannah hurried upstairs and got into the shower. She pressed her back against the cool tiles and reminded herself she’d done what she had to do.

So why was her chest heavy with guilt? And why did her eyes sting with tears?

Because she couldn’t stop wishing last night had been real and that she could have Blake Abbott for herself.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Their tails wagging, Sam and Benny ambushed Blake when he stepped through the garage door.

“Calm down, you two.” Blake set the grocery bag on the counter and unloaded it.

The house was quiet, but the note he’d left for Savannah had been moved, so she’d been downstairs.

Blake put the bacon in the oven and set up an impromptu omelet bar. When the bacon was done, he grabbed another shirt for Savannah and headed toward the guest room. The room where he’d awakened with her in his arms.

He knocked on the door. “Savannah, you up?”

She opened the door wearing a bath towel wrapped around her curvy frame. Her hair was wrapped in another. “Sorry. I just hopped out of the shower.”

“Then you’ll be needing this.” He handed her another shirt, this one a gray short-sleeve T-shirt.

“Thanks.” She clutched the garment to her chest. “That was thoughtful of you.”

“Breakfast is set.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling awkward, as if they were strangers who hadn’t been intimate the night before. “Hope you like omelets and bacon.”

“I love them.” Her smile was polite. Distant. “Be down in a sec.”

“Okay then.” Blake rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure where things stood between them, but their awkward morning-after conversation didn’t bode well.

He jogged down the steps and paused, head tilted, noticing paw marks on the office door. He obviously hadn’t done a thorough job of cleaning Benny after their walk.

Blake grabbed a rag and some wood cleaner and wiped the door down. Then he cleaned Benny’s paws again and tossed the rags into the laundry room.

Why was Benny trying to get into the office?

He wouldn’t unless someone was in there. The muddy prints weren’t on the door when Blake left. That meant Savannah had been inside.

But why?

Blake returned to his office. Everything was exactly as it had been that morning. Still, she’d been there. He was sure of it.

He returned to the kitchen and cut up some fruit, his mind turning.

“Smells delicious.” Savannah stood at the entrance of the kitchen with Sam and Benny at her feet.

Traitors.

They dropped him like a bad habit whenever Savannah was around, Benny more so than Sam.

“Thanks. I made bacon, set up an omelet bar and made a fruit salad.” Blake poured himself a glass of orange juice. He lifted the container. “Juice?”

“Please.” She sat at the breakfast bar. “But let me make the omelets. I insist.”

“The stove is all yours.” He handed her a glass.

Savannah sipped her juice, then melted butter in a pan and sautéed vegetables.

“I hope you were able to get some sleep,” Blake said finally. He wanted to ask why she’d been in his office.

“Didn’t get much sleep.” She flashed a shy smile. “But I certainly have no complaints.”

“Glad to hear it.” The tension in Blake’s shoulders eased. He parked himself on a stool.

“One other thing…” Savannah pulled an ink pen from the breast pocket of her T-shirt and handed it to him. “I borrowed a pen from your office. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.” Blake breathed a sigh of relief. Savannah did have an innocent reason for being in his office. It was good he hadn’t accused her of snooping. “Glad you found what you were looking for.”

He tapped a finger on the counter after an awkward silence fell over them. “About what happened last night,” he began.