Saving Savannah (Haven, Texas 3)
“You really think we’ll find someone to take on the two of us?” Two dominant, alpha men who’d expect their woman to follow their rules.
Haven was a special place. Where the men had sworn to watch out for all the women. Ensuring they were safe. That they were taken care of. Ménage relationships were common and no one wanted their women ridiculed or made to feel like they were doing something wrong because they chose to live this way.
If there was any hint of danger, all the women knew they were to obey the men closest to them until their men arrived. And if a woman put herself at risk, then look out.
Her butt would pay the price.
All of the single women in town were watched closely and if they needed extra help or protection, it was within the sheriff’s right to assign guardians.
The old sheriff and town council hadn’t always followed the rules like they should have. If they’d given their mother the support she needed, maybe she wouldn’t have left town with Gary after their dad died. However, Jake Reynolds had taken over as sheriff a few years back, and things had changed. For the better.
“Of course, there is. She’s out there. We’ll find her when we least expect it.”
Logan squinted as he looked up ahead. “Is that a car?”
“Looks like they’ve got a flat tire.”
“You recognize the vehicle?”
Max shook his head. “Nope, but its shiny and new, and like nothing anyone around here would be caught dead in.”
Logan pulled off the road and parked behind the small, red Porsche.
“Can’t see anyone.” Max grabbed his hat. “Think someone’s already picked them up?”
“Driver’s door’s open.” Logan grabbed his own hat and climbed out of the cab of his dusty, beat-up truck before settling it on his head. He studied the car. The layer of dust didn’t disguise that it was an expensive ride. Max wasn’t kidding when he said no one around here would be seen in something like this. It was made for speed and agility, not bumpy, gravel roads.
“Hello? Anyone here?” Max called out, looking around. He pulled the latch for the trunk. “I’ll see if there’s a spare.”
“Where the hell did they go?”
“Don’t know. It’s probably some city fool who panicked when they realized there’s no cell service and took off on foot to get help.”
“Let’s hope they don’t get lost or we’ll be searching for them half the night. What kind of fool drives a car like this on these roads?”
Max moved out from the back of the car and held up a huge, white wedding dress. “A female one, I’d say.”
Savannah had heard enough. As soon as she’d seen the truck coming, she’d dived into the small ditch at the side of the road. She wasn’t going to end up a victim. But she couldn’t just sit here and listen to these two cowboys call her a fool and watch them go through her stuff!
She climbed out of the ditch and strode towards them. “Put the dress down, asshole, and back away.”
The look of shock on the big cowboy’s face would have been funny under other circumstances, but she was not in a laughing mood today. He dropped her very expensive, one-of-a-kind, designer dress in the dirt.
“No! Not right there.” She leaped for the dress and pulled it up, beating at the dust.
The cowboy just stared at her. He opened his mouth then closed it. gazed up at him, noting how cute he was. Tanned skin, brown eyes, a few days’ worth of growth on his cheeks.
Alistair shaved twice a day. He liked to boast that his skin was as soft as a baby’s. She’d always been slightly repulsed by that. But this man wouldn’t have smooth skin. She bet his hands were hard and callused, his body firm with muscle. A flush of heat filled her body.
His eyes narrowed, and he studied her. Oh, hell. He couldn’t tell she found him attractive, right? Nah, she had an excellent poker face.
“I’ll pay to get it cleaned,” he finally said.
“I’m thinking about burning it. You wouldn’t need to get it cleaned if I did that.”
His eyes widened.
“I had this idea about stuffing it full of straw, throwing it on a bonfire and roasting marshmallows while videoing the whole damn thing. But realistically I’ll probably just sell it for a fraction of what it cost my mother to buy it. She was the one who wanted this dress anyway. Personally, I think it’s a bit over the top. I mean, I can’t burn a twenty-five-thousand-dollar dress just because Alistair is an asshole, right?”