“Your dress is touching the ground,” he pointed out.
With a small groan, she pulled it up then stomped over to the car and, leaning over the driver’s side, attempted to shove it into the back.
Max studied her ass. Firm, but round. She had curves in all the right places. And Max loved curves.
Logan gave him a quelling look, and Max just grinned. He couldn’t help it. It was a mighty fine ass.
“You lost?” Logan asked.
She abruptly stood and whacked her head against the doorframe. Max jumped forward as she cried out, helping her step away from the car.
“Easy, darlin’,” he crooned, pulling her close so he could check her head. “Let me see if there’s a bump.”
“I’m such a klutz. Ow, ow, ow, that hurts.” She tried to draw back, but he easily held her against his chest. She was a tiny little thing. The top of her head didn’t even reach his shoulders.
“She okay?” Logan barked, coming closer. “Does she need to go to the hospital?”
“She should be okay, just a bit of a bump,” Max replied. “Although maybe we should take her just in case.” Then they could spend some more time with her.
She shoved away from him, then winced, clasping her head. He noted the tears in her big, blue eyes with concern. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and drew herself up. “She is right here. She does not need a doctor. She is fine. And she’s name is Savannah. I mean mine. My name is Savannah.”
Logan scowled. “You could have a concussion.”
She gaped at him. “From hitting my head against the doorframe? I doubt it. If I ran to the doctor every time I did something clumsy, I’d never leave.”
Logan muttered something under his breath and turned away. “I’ll change the tire.”
She stared at him, rubbing her head. “Who put his knickers in a twist?”
Max laughed. “Round these parts we say he’s got a burr under his saddle. Logan wearing knickers? Now that’s something I’d pay to see.”
“Shut up,” Logan called back. He pulled out a suitcase. “How much is this suitcase worth? Ten K?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “I paid thirty-nine ninety-five for it in a Black Friday sale. Had to fight to get it. Came out with a black eye and a bruised elbow but it was totally worth it.”
Logan just snorted and placed it on the ground.
“He doesn’t believe me, does he?”
“Logan doesn’t shop much. I’ll help him with the tire.”
Savannah watched as Logan pulled the tire out of the trunk of her little car as easily as he’d pick up a pair of shoes. The man was strong. And ripped. And rude as hell. After all, it was his fault her head was now throbbing. He could have at least apologized.
Or kissed her boo-boo better.
Sweet baby Jesus, Savannah. Get yourself under control. She needed to stop those sorts of thoughts right now. Was she looking for some rebound sex? Was that what this was? She’d never broken up with someone before. Well, not unless she counted Jaxon Wilkins in the fourth grade. They’d gone out for a whole week. He’d even kissed her behind the storage shed at school.
Maybe that’s what this was. Her body’s way of helping her forget about Alistair by trying to convince her to sleep with two hot cowboys.
Two cowboys? At once? Holy hell. Savannah fanned herself at the thought. Lord, she wouldn’t know what to do with one.
“Go sit in our truck,” Logan barked at her.
“What?”
Max turned to look at her from where he was crouched by the car. “It’s too hot to be standing around in the sun. Go sit in the truck and turn the engine on. The air conditioning doesn’t work that well, but it’s better than roasting out here.”
“But you’re both standing out here.”