Heaving a heavy sigh, I give her a quick nod. I’ll be more than glad to case this girl out and figure out her motives.

“I’m sure when I wake you’ll be gone,” she says to me from the doorway. “But I hope you won’t stay away for quite as long.”

Then, she’s gone. Walking with the help of Ruby’s arm. She looks ten times worse when trying to walk than she did sitting in that chair.

The patio is awkwardly silent as I lean back, crossing my ankle over my knee. It’s the first solo moment with Savannah since I scared her half to death in the garage. She’s keeping her eyes on the table, and it gives me a moment to admire her rich, tan skin and the fullness of her lips. Her wavy dark hair is cut just above her shoulders, and she has a beauty mark above her lip that I didn’t notice before. Not that I had the time to.

“I had no idea,” she mumbles, still looking at her hands while her fingers fidget with a cloth napkin.

“No idea I was your employer’s son?”

“You’re not her son,” she says without question. Still biting her lip, she brings her heated gaze to my face. I like the way I scare her. I can see it in her eyes, that something about me makes her tremble, and she challenges me anyway.

“Might as well be,” I answer.

“Then how come I’ve never heard of you? There are no pictures of you in the house.”

“Maybe you just don’t recognize me. It’s not like you spent enough time looking at my face.”

“I don’t have to deal with this.” Her shoulders tense as she sits up a little higher. I can’t hide the playful smirk on my face.

“So, it was just a coincidence. You show up at my work and put my hands up your skirt—”

She stands, huffing loudly.

“Sit down.” My words come out harsher than I intend them to, but I don’t want her walking away, and I panic.

I can see her hesitate. She doesn’t want to listen to me, but she does anyway. Slowly, she lowers herself in her seat, biting her lip and keeping her eyes on me.

“We can put what happened between us in the past, but whatever you’re playing here, I’m not buying it. Hazel likes to help people like you—like us,” I correct myself. “But you and I aren’t the only ones, and there were others who took advantage of that.”

“I’m not,” she spits out at me, her nostrils flared and her eyes wild.

I hold up a hand to stop her, and she backs down. It’s disarming how much control I have over her, without even trying.

“Now, Hazel might be okay with that. With ungrateful little assholes making off with her assets, but I’m not. So I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.”

“Fine.”

My eyes roam over the features of her face again, then down to her collarbone and the thin purple dress that she wore as she straddled me just hours ago. I wish she’s do it again, I think, and my mind starts to play with the idea of what else we could do with a little more time.