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big body relaxed in her white chair, legs open, broad shoulders and strong arms. A giant package of
yum
right here in her living room.
    “Were you dreading telling me who your dad was?” he asked.
    “Yes.” She was still smiling.
    “I always dread telling women who mine is.”
    She related to him on a level that sent her guard up. She felt as though she were sliding down a slippery slope with nothing to grab a hold of.
    “Growing up, I felt like Richie Rich. I love my parents and they’re good, loving people, but they’re a couple of rich snobs.”
    “You watched the documentary on my parents’ mansion,” Savanna said. “Mine are, too.”
    “Yeah, but your mother seemed so down to earth. That’s why I remembered it.”
    “She is all about the family. But she isn’t innocent of showing off her wealth. Her parties are embarrassing sometimes.”
    He chuckled. “I stopped going to the ones my parents held after I turned eighteen and left for college. I couldn’t stomach seeing them act different than when we were at home together.”
    The camaraderie they shared was amazing and began to make her uneasy. “Do you see them often?”
    There was that hesitation again. “Not as often as I should.”
    Why not? She decided not to ask.
    “You?”
    She supposed it was only fair that she answer that question. “One of my mother’s favorite pastimes is surprising her children with visits. She usually gathers up as many of the other family members as she can before arriving unannounced with food and beverages. It’s either that or we all meet at the family home in Evergreen. It’s a more central location than the mansion in California.”
    “It would be hard for her to surprise you here.”
    “One of many amenities of this place.” She met his eyes and couldn’t look away despite the inner warnings ringing in her head.
    She stood up. “I was going to make dinner when I saw your headlights.”
    “Can I help?”
    He must be hungry. “No. Make yourself at home.” She met his eyes a moment longer, wondering if she should have extended that much of a welcoming invitation.
    Before going into the kitchen, she glanced once more out the window where the snow piled higher by the hour. How long would this man be stuck here with her? On the surface he appeared to be good and honest. But what secrets would she find he harbored...and why?

Chapter 3
    K orbin wandered Savanna’s living room, glad the storm would give him some reprieve from police. The expensive furnishings were homey and inviting rather than a statement of wealth. He still reeled over the revelation of who her father was. Rarely did a woman surprise him the way Savanna did. He’d have never guessed she came from big money, and found it more than a little refreshing. He’d spent his adult life working to remove himself from that lifestyle. Savanna clearly had been successful in doing so. Although she had impeccable taste when it came to her home.
    At the gas fireplace, he touched the stone that rose up to the ceiling. Polished smooth, it was a mafic metamorphic rock, probably a hornblende gneiss. When he wasn’t hacking computers, he was a voracious reader, and geology was a hobby of his.
    Growing more curious about the woman who’d chosen such a rock, he investigated further, going into a turreted dining area off the living room. Bright outdoor lights illuminated heavy snowfall through the panel of tall windows.
    Leaving that, smelling Savanna cooking something on the stove, he saw her standing there, head bent and concentrating on what she was doing. The flannel shirt didn’t cover her rear in those tight spandex pants, and he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her feet were bare in the warm house, toes sinking into the rug before the stove.
    As his intrigue mounted, he decided it was best to control where that would lead. Instead of letting male instinct take charge, he walked down a hallway that extended between the kitchen and living room to