Was she now in danger of doing so again?
6
SAVANNAH WAITED until she’d heard her mother climb the stairs behind Miranda before turning to Kit “What in the world are you doing here?”
“Before I answer that,” he said, advancing purposefully toward her, “there’s something I simply have to find out”
She didn’t even have a chance to ward him off. Almost before she realized what he intended, he had her in his arms, her mouth crushed beneath his. And there was absolutely nothing she could do except lock her arms around his neck and lose herself in his kiss.
She had never expected that she would have the chance to kiss him again.
This time, though, they weren’t standing on a windswept beach beneath a canopy of stars, in the pale light of a full moon. They were standing in Savannah’s party-littered living room, under the same roof as Savannah’s curious mother and children.
It didn’t matter. This embrace was as powerful, as staggering, as electrifying as the ones they’d shared on Serendipity. Maybe even more so because it had been two weeks since they’d been together.
She’d been kidding herself by trying to believe that she and Kit had shared a pleasant vacation flirtation, something she could easily put behind her. Even if Kit hadn’t shown up on her doorstep, she would never have forgotten him. Would never have stopped wondering about him, wishing she could be with him again.
She had considered a relationship between them impossible even before she’d known his full name. So impossible that she’d run away from him rather than take a chance at making a fool of herself again, at being hurt again. Now that he’d found her, and she’d discovered that he was a famous novelist, a celebrated screenwriter, a media favorite…well, that made it all the more terrifying that she had recklessly fallen for him.
He finally released her mouth and lifted his head with a look of satisfaction.
“That answered one question,” he murmured, his voice husky.
“What question?” Her own voice was hoarse.
He drew a deep, slightly ragged breath. “One of my own. Now. Tell me why you left without saying goodbye.”
Savannah winced in response to Kit’s tone. She’d thought maybe he would be annoyed that she’d left the way she did, but it had never occurred to her that he’d be hurt.
“I didn’t think a goodbye was…necessary,” she answered awkwardly.
Kit frowned. “Necessary? No. But maybe it would have been polite?”
She doubted that he’d gone to all this trouble just to lecture her on her manners. “I’m sorry,” she said, anyway. “I just didn’t know what to say.”
“You could have said that you had to leave, but that you’d had a nice time with me.”
“I had a wonderful time with you,” she admitted. “But—”
“You could have said you were really sorry we didn’t have more time to get to know each other better.”
“Well, yes, of course I would have enjoyed spending more time with you, but—”
“You could have given me your number, so that I could call you without tracking you down through the Internet Unless, of course, you didn’t want me to have your number. If that was the case, all you had to do was say you weren’t interested. I’d have understood that.”
He paused for a moment, then stunned her by adding, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Savannah.”
She moistened her lips, stalling while she tried to think of somethin
g to say. She could almost believe that she was imagining this entire conversation. It sounded eerily like the ones she’d been having in her dreams for the past two weeks.
After a taut moment of silence, Kit cleared his throat. “Um—Savannah? You want to give me a hint about what you’re thinking? I don’t know if you’re glad to see me, or if you’re hoping I’ll disappear in a puff of smoke.”
She looked up to find him standing quite close to her now, his smile rueful. Their gazes locked, and for just a moment she was transported back to the island, back to the fantasy. There was only Savannah and Kit, two people with nothing more on their minds than their next’moonlit dance.
Just as she opened her mouth to assure him that she did not want him to disappear in a puff of smoke—or, if he did, that she would love to disappear with him for a while—she was interrupted. Her son burst inelegantly into the room, a paperback book in his hand and a wild look in his eyes. Apparently, his sister had been to visit him.
“You’re Christopher Pace!” Michael almost shouted at Kit, waving the book frantically.