Chapter Ten Savannah
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Savannah
Savannah waited for him to answer, her head pounding from too much wine and her stomach in knots.
She wasn’t used to drinking, but she’d gotten carried away last night.
Why had she fallen into bed with him so quickly?
It was stupid, stupid! Now he would go back to his country estate, and she’d be left with nothing but memories.
She had played this all wrong. She had to do something, but what?
She could at least try to salvage her dignity.
“I should head back to my room. I promised a friend I’d meet him for coffee at ten. Need to shower and change.”
She started to get up and he put a hand on her arm. “Don’t go yet.”
She leaned in to kiss him, then got up before he could stop her. “Wish I could stay. Safe travels home.”
He got out of bed and stood in front of her.
“I’m not in a hurry. In fact, I was thinking of sticking around for a while.”
She was speechless as relief flooded her.
He filled the silence. “This wasn’t a one-night thing for me. Was it for you?”
“No. It’s crazy but I feel like you really get me. It’s like we’ve known each other forever. I can’t remember ever feeling this way before.”
A look passed quickly over his face, and she felt her stomach plummet. Shit. Why did she always go too far?
“I’m starving, shall we order some breakfast?” he said.
She forced a smile and got up, slipping into a robe.
Bennett ordered room service for them. Savannah walked over to the window, looking out at the city.
She made her tone casual. “Do you miss living here?”
“Not really. I like my privacy, my space. I’ve done my stint in the city. I’d love to bring you to my house in Bedford. I think you’d love it.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I’m on over thirteen acres. It’s a big house. Too big for one person, really, but…it suits. I have a view of the pond from my terrace, surrounded by trees. It feels like living in the middle of a park. So peaceful.”
“Sounds amazing,” Savannah said. “You must be eager to get back.”
“I am, but I’d rather get to know you better first.”
Maybe she hadn’t ruined things after all. She walked over to him and put her arms around him. “I would love that. You could really stay?”
“For a while. The benefit of being a writer. I can do it anywhere.”
She almost blurted out that he could stay with her but bit her tongue.
She didn’t want to scare him off. “I’d love that.
The thought of not seeing you again, it’s gut-wrenching.
” The words slipped out before she could edit them.
She held her breath, worried she’d screwed up. What was wrong with her?
His eyes shone. “I love that about you, Savannah. You don’t play games. You’re honest. Not all women are.” He grabbed his mobile phone from the nightstand and punched the keys. He put it on speaker. After two rings, a man answered.
“Good morning. The Carlyle at Rosewood Hotel. How may I assist you?”
Elation filled her when she heard him make a monthlong reservation.
A month. That would give them plenty of time to fall in love. She and Bennett were meant to be together, she was convinced of it. She had thirty days to convince him of it.