Savannah's Secrets. Reese Ryan

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       Six

      Savannah smiled in response to the email she’d just received from Max, who was away at another trade show. They’d secured the endorsement of a local boy who’d become a world-famous actor. With his rugged good looks and down-home, boyish charm, he was perfect.

      Her plans for the jubilee were in full swing. The rustic gala, to be held in the Abbotts’ old country barn, would celebrate the company, its employees and distributors and attract plenty of media coverage. The renovated barn would provide King’s Finest with an additional revenue stream and create jobs in the small town.

      Savannah had been working at the distillery for nearly a month. The residents of the small town had done their best to make her feel welcome—despite her desire to hang in the shadows and lie low.

      Every Friday she turned down no less than two invitations to the local watering hole for drinks after work. One of those invitations always came from Blake.

      An involuntary shudder rippled down Savannah’s spine when she thought of Blake with his generous smile and warm brown eyes. Savannah shook her head.

      She would not think of how good Blake Abbott looked in the checkered dress shirts and athletic-fit slacks he typically wore. Each piece highlighted the finer points of his physique. A broad chest. Well-defined pecs. Strong arms. An ass that made it evident he was no stranger to lunges and squats.

      His clothing was designed to torture her and every other woman with a working libido and functioning set of eyes. It tormented her with visions of what his strong body must look like beneath that fabric.

      A crack of thunder drew her attention to the window. She checked the time on her phone. It was barely after seven, but dark clouds and a steady downpour darkened the sky, making it feel later.

      Savannah worked late most nights. The gala was quickly approaching and there was so much to do.

      Plus, being the last member of the administrative team to leave each night gave her a chance to do some reconnaissance. She could access files she didn’t feel comfortable perusing when Max, Blake or Zora might pop into her office at any minute.

      Then there was the surprising fact that she thoroughly enjoyed the work she was doing. She was often so engrossed in a task that time got away from her.

      Like tonight.

      Outside the window, increasingly dark clouds loomed overhead. The steady, gentle rain that had fallen throughout the day was now a raging downpour.

      Another flash of light illuminated the sky. It was quickly followed by a peal of thunder that made Savannah’s heart race.

      It was lightning that posed the real danger. Savannah knew that better than most. The thunder was just sound and fury.

      She loathed driving in inclement weather. Tack on the steep hills, narrow roads, one-lane bridge and her vague familiarity with the area, and it was a recipe for disaster.

      One wrong turn, and she could end up in a ditch, lost in the woods, undiscovered for months.

      Stop being a drama queen. Everything will be fine. Just take a deep breath.

      Savannah took a long, deep breath.

      She’d hoped to wait out the storm. Her plan had backfired. Engrossed in her work, she hadn’t noticed that the rain had gotten much heavier. And it didn’t appear to be letting up anytime soon.

      After composing and sending one final email, Savannah signed off her computer. She gathered her things and headed for the parking lot, as fast as her high-heeled feet could carry her.

      Shit.

      She was without an umbrella, and it was raining so hard the parking lot had flooded. No wonder the lot was empty except for her car.

      If it stalled out, she’d be screwed.

      A flash of lightning lit the sky like a neon sign over a Vegas hotel.

      Jaw clenched, Savannah sucked in a generous breath, as if she were about to dive into the deep end of the pool. She made a mad dash for her car before the next bolt struck.

      Despite the warm temperatures, the rain pelted her in cold sheets as she waded through the standing water. Her clothing was wet and heavy. Her feet slid as she ran in her soaking-wet shoes.

      Savannah dropped into the driver’s seat and caught her breath. Her eyes stung as she wiped water from her face with the back of her hand, which was just as wet.

      She turned her key and gave the car some gas, grateful the engine turned over.

      There was another flash of lightning, then a rumble of thunder, followed by a heavy knock on the window.

      She screamed, her heart nearly beating out of her chest.

      A large man in a hooded green rain slicker hovered outside her window.

      She was cold, wet, alone and about to be murdered.

      But not without a fight.

      Savannah popped open her glove compartment and searched for something...anything...she could use as a weapon. She dug out the heavy tactical flashlight her grandfather had given her one Christmas. She beamed the bright light in the intruder’s face.

      “Blake?” Savannah pressed a hand to her chest, her heart still thudding against her breastbone. She partially lowered the window.

      Even with his eyes hidden by the hood, she recognized the mouth and stubbled chin she’d spent too much time studying.

      “You were expecting someone else?”

      Smart-ass.

      If she didn’t work for the Abbotts, and she wasn’t so damned glad not to be alone in the middle of a monsoon, she would have told Blake exactly what she thought of his smart-assery.

      “What are you doing here? And where’d you come from?”

      “I’m parked under the carport over there.” He pointed in the opposite direction. “Came to check on the building. Didn’t expect to see anyone here at this time of night in the storm.”

      “I didn’t realize how late it was, or that the rain had gotten so bad. I’m headed home now.”

      “In this?” He sized up her small car.