by Sandra Kitt
Slightly confused, McCoy shrugged. “Okay. Thanks.”
He walked to the escalator and took it down, heading right for the exit. But once outside he didn’t see his normal car service or driver parked at the passenger pickup point designated by the terminal. Feeling impatient and tired after three days of intense negotiations, McCoy was not in the mood for guessing games or delays. He began pacing the sidewalk, looking for signs of the distinctive car he was used to taking.
“Mac! Over here!”
He stopped in his tracks at the familiar voice and turned around. He saw a pair of feminine arms waving in the air to get his attention, and focused on Savannah’s smiling face. Slowly smiling in surprise, he walked to her car, its hazard lights blinking.
Savannah was watching as he approached, her eyes bright but uncertain as she searched his face.
“I know you didn’t plan on me being here, but I thought I’d surprise you. I called your…”
That was as far as he’d let her get. McCoy stopped in front of Savannah, put his bags down and engulfed her in his arms. His mouth covering hers in a hard kiss cut off her explanation in midsentence.
“C’mon. Take it home, buddy,” a terminal security officer complained loudly.
“I hope you don’t mind. I called your office and told your assistant I was going to surprise you. I wanted to pick you up.”
“Great,” McCoy murmured, inches away from kissing her again when Savannah pulled out of his arms.
“We can’t stay here. Put your bags in the car.”
McCoy did as he was told, although his astonished gaze followed her every move.
“I know you weren’t expecting to see me, but…”
“Vann, this is one of the nicest surprises I’ve had in a long time. I can’t tell you how much I’d rather see you than my sixty-year-old, balding driver.”
She laughed merrily.
“How’ve you been?” he asked, taking her hand and squeezing it. The answering squeeze told him everything he needed to know.
“I’ve missed you. I’m glad you’re back.”
“Me, too. Anything interested happen while I was away?”
McCoy thought her smile seemed sly and knowing.
“A few things. I’ll tell you about them in the car.”
“Where are you taking me?” he asked.
Savannah grinned like a Cheshire cat. “That depends. Your place or mine?”
“Surprise me,” he said quietly.
“Okay. How was your business trip? Did you get what you wanted?”
McCoy thought of the half-acre plot of land just north of the town of Hanalei, with a two-story house that needed a little work, but had amazing potential.
“Pretty much,” he answered. “It’s something I think you’ll like.”
She looked puzzled. “Is it something you want me to like?”
“Absolutely. What you think is important to me.”
“Thank you,” Savannah said, her eyes bright and warm. She hesitated, and held out her car keys to him. “I know how you feel about my road skills. Here. You can drive if you like.”
McCoy kissed her briefly and, leaving her by the driver’s side, walked around to get in the passenger-side door.
“You drive,” he said calmly. “I trust you with my life.”
CELLULOID MEMORIES
An Arabesque novel
ISBN: 978-1-4268-0325-3
Copyright © 2007 by Sandra Kitt
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