“You’re saying if I stay one weekend in a cabin on the bayou, then you’ll support this plan?”
His eyes narrowed. “If you, Savannah Lee, city girl, can last one weekend all by herself, and not get into trouble, then I’ll admit that maybe I’m wrong.”
She looked up the city council. They were all very interested in this exchange. And dammit, she could tell they thought was a good idea. She was very good at reading people. It was what made her so good at her job in sales and marketing.
They all thought this was a reasonable compromise.
And fuck, it kind of was. He had a point, after all. The bayou itself was beautiful. From an airboat, when she was fully slathered in sunscreen, bug spray, in a big floppy hat, huge sunglasses, and with maybe a couple hurricanes in her system. She had a great time on the swamp boat tours, she’d been on. But that had been in the middle of the day, with her friends, and she’d been driven around by hot bayou boys like Josh Landry, and Cian O’Grady. Okay Cian wasn’t from the bayou, but he was still hot, charming, funny, and had laughed and flirted and made sure everyone had a great time.
But the idea of staying overnight in a cabin on the bayou? With alligators swimming right outside? And a boat the only way to and from? Yeah, that had never even occurred to her.
But she wanted this project to go.
Her boss thought she was great.
She wanted her boss to think she was fantastic.
Building luxury cabins on the bayou was not her ultimate prize, but it would get her closer to her ultimate prize.
Right now, her boss Stan McDonald was into renovating and building bed-and-breakfasts in small Louisiana towns. But eventually, he wanted to expand. Go to more states. North. West. Deserts, mountains, beaches, lakes. She really wanted to be one of his top managers when he started spreading out. Then she could pick to go wherever she wanted to. See the country. Go to all the places she’d never been.
She looked from the front table back to Theo.
Everyone was just waiting for her answer.
She blew out a breath. “Fine. I’ll stay overnight in a cabin.”
Surprise flickered through his eyes, then a slow smile stretched his mouth.
Dammit. He was hot when he was growly and quiet.
But he was freaking cute when he smiled.
“Okay then. I’ll set it up.”
“You’re picking the cabin?”
“’Course. Nobody better. I know exactly what you need.”
She should not take that in any way other than how he said it. And actually, she should be suspicious. If he was trying to prove that she was not cut out for the bayou, God knew what kind of cabin he was going to put her in. Still a little part of her took that as a very dirty offer.
It was probably the stupid accent. She really hated the southern Louisiana accent.
Savannah planted her hands on her hips. “The cabin better have plumbing—indoor plumbing—” she said, wanting all of this to be said, and agreed to, in front of witnesses. “Electricity, not be overridden with bugs or rodents, be up off the water so that alligators can’t climb up and join me in bed.” A thought occurred to her. “It has to have a bed,” she added.
He was outright grinning now. And damn, her mind hated that, but her panties said, hello, handsome.
Yeah, way beyond cute.
“Of course. The cabin will have every comfort that mine has.”
“Are you kidding? You could probably survive the apocalypse. You’re practically some kind of survivalist. No way.” Her gaze flickered to Kennedy. Kennedy Landry-Baxter had grown up down here on the bayou. Her brothers ran the swamp boat tour company, and she knew for a fact that her Kennedy’s grandfather had a fishing cabin down on the bayou. Kennedy was a tomboy through and through, but she was still a girl, and she didn’t drive swamp boat tours or hang out in the fishing cabin. As far as Savannah knew.
“I realize this is a test,” Savannah said to Kennedy. “I also realize that this will not be my usual Four Seasons. But will you please approve any cabin that he picks for me? I’m not looking to build rustic cabins. These will be nice. So the place I have spent the weekend should at least have all the usual creature comforts.”
Kennedy nodded and gave her smile. “I agree. Yes, I’ll make sure it’s got my stamp of approval.”
Well… hell. She was stuck now.
