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    “Have a great day,” the barista called after them. Max pushed open the door and stepped outside, Chloe nestled in his arms. Cold wind gusted at them, and he bent his head against it, surging forward. He didn’t check to see if Savannah followed, but he heard the door close behind them.
    “I’m parked over there,” Savannah said. He turned and saw her jerk a thumb toward the rest of the parking lot. “Where are you?”
    He nodded at the Taurus, cheeks blazing despite the cold. He wondered what kind of car she drove. It would be ironic if, after he had judged her tattoos, he ended up looking like trash. With numb fingers, he pulled his car keys out of his pocket.
    “I’ll come up behind you and follow you out,” she called, turning and walking in the opposite direction.
    He grunted and opened the door to the back seat. Strapping Chloe in as quickly as possible, he planted a kiss on his daughter’s forehead. Then he jogged around to the other side of the car. He hopped in and started it. Cold air blasted from the heater vents. He shivered and turned the knob down, wondering how long it would take for Savannah’s car to warm up. She probably had a Lexus or BMW, with heated leather seats.
    It served him right. Still, he wondered what someone with so much money was doing, basically babysitting for a living. Even though she would be living with him, he wouldn’t be paying her enough to finance a luxury car. Clutching the steering wheel, he grimaced as a grisly thought entered his mind. Maybe she sold children’s organs on the black market. He had heard that kidneys were actually pretty expensive.
    Closing his eyes, he shook the thoughts away. He needed to stop. He was acting like some worrywart old grandmother. His brothers would call him an overprotective sissy, and Riley would say that his concern for his daughter was gross. He needed to not be gross, especially if a woman who wore Versace was going to live with him.
    A dark car pulled up behind him and flashed its lights. In the rearview mirror, he couldn’t tell what make or model it was, but it was definitely Savannah. The air spewing from his car’s vents was still far from warm, but he didn’t want her to think that his car was a piece of crap—even if it kind of was.
    He pulled out of his parking spot and inched his way to the exit. Savannah stayed right behind him. She probably wouldn’t have a problem following.
    A thought occurred to him. He could just speed off and lose her. Then he would never have to see her again. It wouldn’t matter who she was or why she had so many tattoos. He could quit school, find a nine to five job at a bank or something, and put Chloe in daycare.
    He didn’t want to be that kind of father, though, even if plenty of people put their kids in school at a young age. From the day she was born, he had promised her that he would take care of her. Even if she had a live-in nanny, he would still spend more time with her than if she were in school all day.
    Pulling out into the street, he headed toward the grocery store. He kept his speed five miles per hour below the speed limit, ensuring that Savannah kept up. The dark car stayed behind him, albeit at a safe distance. At least she was a good driver.
    A few minutes later, he pulled into a parking spot in front of the grocery store. Savannah slid into the spot next to him. Shutting the engine off, he opened his door and got out. Savannah got out, too. As he headed toward Chloe’s door, he saw Savannah following him out of the corner of his eye. Her hand reached toward the handle.
    “I’ve got it,” he said, lifting a hand.
    “No problem,” she said, hanging back.
    He opened Chloe’s door and unstrapped her. Lifting her into his arms, he rested his cheek against her head for a moment. Then, remembering their mission, he headed toward the grocery store.
    Inside, he chose a cart and slid her into the seat. She kicked her legs against the metal, her