studying herself. Her body wasnât misshapen yet.
Maybe she could seduce him.
A hopeful smile curved her lips. The idea had merit.
Three
T he second Savannah finished making the last of the new entries into the computer program she used to track La Esperanzaâs expenses, she saved the data and turned off her computer.
Closing the laptop, she turned toward her son, who was still very enamored with the action figures Vanessa had given him yesterday. Both monster and monster eradicator were making awful noises, courtesy of Luke. Any other time it might have been enough to get a bad headache rolling in Savannahâs skull.
But not today. She had a plan to get rolling instead. And a marriage to get back on track.
Glancing at Luke, she saw that he was perched on top of the sofa, a figure in each hand. Obviously the fantasy he was acting out had taken the two characters and their orchestrator up to the top of some mountain.
âYou know the rules, Luke,â she called out to him. âNo flying off the sofa.â
Clutching his figures to him, he pushed out his bottom lip. âAw, Mama.â
She gave him her best no-nonsense look. âNo âaw, Mama.â Down, mister.â
Luke scooted his bottom down along the upholstery, then scrambled off the cushion. Before she could blink, he was on the floor, using the massive coffee table as a new battlefield.
Satisfied that Luke was safe for a nanosecond, she picked up the receiver and dialed Rositaâs home phone. Her mother-in-law was always her first choice when it came to Luke. The woman and her husband doted on the boy. If, by some wild chance, Rosita and Ruben were busy tonight, she knew she could always fall back on any one of her four sisters-in-law, or Vanessa, for that matter. Luke felt equally comfortable with all of them.
Tonight, Savannah decided, her firstborn was going to be sleeping in a bed other than his own. And she was going to reclaim what was rightfully hers.
Theirs, she amended, as she listened to the phone on the other end ringing. Because Cruz had been happy once, too. Happy making love with her. Happy with just loving her, the way she did him.
All married couples went through doldrums, Savannah told herself as she silently counted off the number of times the phone rang. Discord was only natural. It was up to her to see that they carved out a little island of time for themselves, recharged their batteries, so to speak.
It wasnât that she had less to do than Cruz. In her own way, she firmly believed that she had just as much if notmore to do than the man sheâd promised to give her love to for all eternity. He had the ranch to run, she had everything else to run. The house, the books, their son and any emergency that might come up.
But then, women were far more resilient than their male counterparts and capable of multitasking on top of that. Ordinarily she was that way herself, when she wasnât pregnant. Lately, though, she kept flagging, as if she couldnât hang on to her energy for more than a few minutes at a time.
She didnât remember being this exhausted when she was carrying Luke.
The phone on the other end was finally picked up. She straightened, eager to set her plan in motion.
âHello, Mama?â The woman had insisted that she call her Mama after the wedding, and in truth, Savannah felt closer to Rosita than she ever had to her own mother. The name rolled easily from her tongue.
âSavannah?â There was immediate concern in the other womanâs voice. âWhatâs wrong?â
Savannah did her best to sound as cheerful as possible. Anything less and Rosita would be over in a flash, thinking the worst. It was Rositaâs belief that she had far too much happiness in her life, and she was always anticipating a reversal.
âNothingâs wrong, Mama. I was just wondering if youâd mind taking your grandson for the night?â
âYou know Iâd love to