“It couldn’t hurt She usually likes that sort of thing.”
“Then we’ll give it a shot”
While part of her dreaded the public attention the outing would surely cause, Savannah knew that she had to find out exactly what to expect if she and Kit had a chance of making this unlikely relationship work.
“I miss you, Savannah.”
They’d been apart just under twenty-four hours. Hardly enough time for him to miss her. And yet she missed him so badly she ached. It was so much easier when she was with him, when doubts and fears evaporated in the heat of his gleaming dark eyes.
“I’ll call you again tomorrow, okay? And let me know if that so-called reporter makes a nuisance of himself. I’ll do what I can to get rid of him for you.”
“Thank you, but I can take care of myself, Kit.”
She thought she heard a very
faint sigh.
“I have no doubt about that,” he said. “Good night, love.”
“Good night.”
She hung up slowly, and stood for a long, unmoving moment wondering what in the world she’d gotten herself—and her family—into when she’d placed her hand in Kit’s for that first dance.
WHEN THE TELEPHONE rang late Wednesday evening, Savannah snatched it up, expecting it to be Kit. Each time he called, she was certain he would tell her he wouldn’t be there Friday after all, that something more important had come up. The children would be so disappointed, she thought. And so, of course, would she.
How could he have become so important to them in such a short time?
She answered the phone in her bedroom, where she wouldn’t have to risk her mother overhearing her end of the conversation. “Hello?”
“Is this the glamorous, jet-setting, star-dating Savannah McBride?”
Savannah groaned loudly and flopped to the edge of her bed. “I should have known I’d get a call like this from you.”
Her younger cousin Emily laughed. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist You’ve got all of Honoria in a twitter. Are you really dating the rich, famous, gorgeous Christopher Pace?”
“I’ve been seeing a man I met as Kit,” Savannah answered candidly, feeling free for the first time to be completely open. “If I had known when I met him that he was ‘the rich, famous, gorgeous Christopher Pace,’ I might well have run screaming in the opposite direction.”
“What’s he like?”
Savannah sighed. “Handsome. Funny. Charming. Romantic. A little spoiled, used to having his own way.”
“He sounds fabulous.”
“He is.”
“So, why the worried tone?”
“Why do you think? Because of who he is, of course.”
“The rich, famous, gorgeous Christopher Pace,” Emily repeated.
“Exactly.”
“And you think—what? That you’re not good enough for him?”
“It isn’t that,” Savannah assured her cousin, who sounded incensed at the very idea. “It’s just that we have so little in common. I’ve lived my whole life in tiny Southern towns. I’ve spent the past thirteen years quietly working and raising my children. I wouldn’t know how to behave at a glitzy Hollywood party, and I don’t particularly want to learn.”
“You mean you’re honestly content to spend the rest of your life in Campbellville? Going to the same job every morning, coming home to the same routine every evening? Never doing anything the least bit exciting or adventurous?”