Saving Savannah (Haven, Texas 3)

“We ain’t some city girl with soft skin and little sense,” Logan grumbled.

She put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. “Just because I come from the city doesn’t mean I don’t have any sense.”

“Does from where I’m standing.”

“Wow, you have the manners of a-of a cow.” Yeah, Savannah, way to put him in his place.

Max grinned. “Hey, that’s a bit harsh on the cow. They’ve got way better manners than Logan.”

Logan groaned as he pulled off her flat tire. Instead of putting it back into the trunk of her car as she’d expected, he hauled it over to his truck and placed it in the back. “Hey, what are you doing? I’ll need that, won’t I? Or will I have to get a new one?”

“I think Matt will be able to patch it,” Max told her. “Are you staying around here or just passing through?”

“I’m visiting a friend. Amanda Wilks. Do you know her?”

“We know her,” Logan told her.

“We’ll drop your tire off with Matt tomorrow for you. He’ll call the Wilks’s place when it’s ready to be collected.”

“Oh, well, thank you, but I can do it.”

“Yeah? You going to lift it out by yourself?” Logan asked, coming over to stand in front of her as Max fitted the spare on.

“I’m sure I could if I put my mind to it.” Not even in her dreams. “Or this Matt will help me.”

Logan folded his arms over his wide chest. “We’ll do it. Get in the truck.”

She licked her lips. “I’m fine.” She wasn’t. The sun was really beating down, and the only thing she’d eaten in the last twenty-four hours was a tub of Ben and Jerry’s. “How do you know I won’t steal it?”

“What? My truck? Darlin’, I’d bet you’ve never even touched a stick shift before.”

“Oh, I’ve touched a few. And as far as I can tell, one’s just the same as the other,” she drawled.

Shit. Was she really flirting with him? Oh Savannah, you’re swimming with the sharks now.

Logan stepped closer, and her breath caught. The man was intimidating as hell. And sexier than he had any right being.

“I can assure you, little bit, that my stick is definitely like no other you’ve touched before.”

She placed a hand on her forehead as a wave of dizziness hit her. A warm hand clasped her elbow, steadying her.

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “You drunk any water lately?”

“Of course, I have,” she lied. If by water, he meant soda. And if by lately, he meant four hours ago.

Logan let out a deep breath. “There are bottles of water in the cooler in the back. Grab one, get in the truck and start the air. Now.”

Savannah found herself climbing into the truck before she thought better of it.

It wasn’t because he’d told her to, she reassured herself.

She was just really thirsty.

“That was pushy, even for you,” Max remarked as he tightened the lug nuts on the tire.

“Little fool looked like she was going to keel over. Who the hell let her come out here on her own?”

Max stood and stretched his back, glancing over at the truck. “I don’t know, but she needs someone to watch out for her.”