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Authors: Regina Fox
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the bill. She ignored that text too. No messages or contact from Foley. Pain gripped her chest. It hurt badly. Being stupid and smitten was not a good combination. She turned off her phone on purpose.
She washed her hair and got out of the tub. She dressed in a terry teddy and shorts set. She and the dog padded off into the movie room. She pulled her scrumptious afghan up over her body and hit the remote. She chose a romantic comedy. Beau slept on her feet. Half an hour into the story, the doorbell rang.
Chapter 11
Savannah’s heart raced. Her first thought was it was Foley. She had a mixed feeling. Part of her, of course, wanted to see him, but she felt she also had to protect herself. The bell rang again. Savannah paused the movie and dashed to the door. She checked the peephole. There was no one there. She first thought Foley had stepped aside. But that was not the case.
Her heart raced. Beau began to bark and growl. Savannah quietly called 911. She sent the bikers in the guest home away. The doorbell rang again. She tried not to freak out. She eased away from the front door, slipping into the guest bathroom. She whispered.
“Please come,” she said. “Someone is ringing and running my front door.”
Now there was a firm knock. Savannah could not help but shriek. Foley called from the other side of the door.
“Savannah?” he called.
He tried the door knob but was locked. He pounded the door. His voice was panicked.
“Savannah! Better open up or I’m kicking this damn door down!” he shouted.
Savannah twisted the lock on the knob and let him in. They were both very confused.
“False alarm,” she said.
“False alarm?” asked the dispatcher.
“Yeah,” assured Savannah. “The person who was at my door is here, and I know him. I am sorry for the drama.”
Savannah ended the call.
“What was that about?” demanded Foley sternly.
“Someone was ringing my door and there was no one there. I got scared. I called the cops,” she said.
She put her eye on the peephole.
“Wonder why I couldn’t see you?” she asked.
“Because I didn’t ring the doorbell,” he said with a lecture. “But if you didn’t tell Bull and Pike and John to go we would have figured out who did.”
Savannah tensed. Bringing up the fact that she called off the security that the Ghosts of the Prairie offered her made her recall why. She no longer completely trusted what had happened between Foley and her.
“Why are you here?” she asked gravely.
“I heard about what went on at the grocery store,” he said, trying to catch her eye while she was avoiding his. “Why didn’t you mention it when you saw me today?”
Savannah was annoyed, just on the brink of being angry.
“Because it doesn’t concern you,” she said frankly. “And besides, you were kind of busy.”
There she said it. Or rather she hinted at it.
“I was busy how?” he asked.
He cupped her waist with his big, powerful hand and guided her to the sofa in her living room. Beau, who had been sitting and just watching the two followed. They sat down. Savannah was pouting and she couldn’t help it. She knew that it was obvious. She could feel it. She made a face.
“I was in the grocery store. I had been there for about twenty minutes. I was heading down an aisle, and Paul Kerley was coming up the other end and he just started screaming at me,” she said.
Foley touched her thigh and gently coaxed her legs over his lap. He gently massaged her feet. She didn’t want him to, and yet she didn’t want him to stop. She was mad at him, but she was really glad he was there.
“He said he got in trouble for the office building fire,” she said.
“They are looking at him for it. It was my turn to go grocery shopping for the fire house. Me and some of the guys went in, and I guess his causing a big scene was the gossip of the day.”
He pressed a spot in her instep that corded arousal through her insides. She squirmed.
She washed her hair and got out of the tub. She dressed in a terry teddy and shorts set. She and the dog padded off into the movie room. She pulled her scrumptious afghan up over her body and hit the remote. She chose a romantic comedy. Beau slept on her feet. Half an hour into the story, the doorbell rang.
Chapter 11
Savannah’s heart raced. Her first thought was it was Foley. She had a mixed feeling. Part of her, of course, wanted to see him, but she felt she also had to protect herself. The bell rang again. Savannah paused the movie and dashed to the door. She checked the peephole. There was no one there. She first thought Foley had stepped aside. But that was not the case.
Her heart raced. Beau began to bark and growl. Savannah quietly called 911. She sent the bikers in the guest home away. The doorbell rang again. She tried not to freak out. She eased away from the front door, slipping into the guest bathroom. She whispered.
“Please come,” she said. “Someone is ringing and running my front door.”
Now there was a firm knock. Savannah could not help but shriek. Foley called from the other side of the door.
“Savannah?” he called.
He tried the door knob but was locked. He pounded the door. His voice was panicked.
“Savannah! Better open up or I’m kicking this damn door down!” he shouted.
Savannah twisted the lock on the knob and let him in. They were both very confused.
“False alarm,” she said.
“False alarm?” asked the dispatcher.
“Yeah,” assured Savannah. “The person who was at my door is here, and I know him. I am sorry for the drama.”
Savannah ended the call.
“What was that about?” demanded Foley sternly.
“Someone was ringing my door and there was no one there. I got scared. I called the cops,” she said.
She put her eye on the peephole.
“Wonder why I couldn’t see you?” she asked.
“Because I didn’t ring the doorbell,” he said with a lecture. “But if you didn’t tell Bull and Pike and John to go we would have figured out who did.”
Savannah tensed. Bringing up the fact that she called off the security that the Ghosts of the Prairie offered her made her recall why. She no longer completely trusted what had happened between Foley and her.
“Why are you here?” she asked gravely.
“I heard about what went on at the grocery store,” he said, trying to catch her eye while she was avoiding his. “Why didn’t you mention it when you saw me today?”
Savannah was annoyed, just on the brink of being angry.
“Because it doesn’t concern you,” she said frankly. “And besides, you were kind of busy.”
There she said it. Or rather she hinted at it.
“I was busy how?” he asked.
He cupped her waist with his big, powerful hand and guided her to the sofa in her living room. Beau, who had been sitting and just watching the two followed. They sat down. Savannah was pouting and she couldn’t help it. She knew that it was obvious. She could feel it. She made a face.
“I was in the grocery store. I had been there for about twenty minutes. I was heading down an aisle, and Paul Kerley was coming up the other end and he just started screaming at me,” she said.
Foley touched her thigh and gently coaxed her legs over his lap. He gently massaged her feet. She didn’t want him to, and yet she didn’t want him to stop. She was mad at him, but she was really glad he was there.
“He said he got in trouble for the office building fire,” she said.
“They are looking at him for it. It was my turn to go grocery shopping for the fire house. Me and some of the guys went in, and I guess his causing a big scene was the gossip of the day.”
He pressed a spot in her instep that corded arousal through her insides. She squirmed.
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