““Something to drink, wife?”
“No, thank you.” Savannah clenched her fists. Damn it.
She wasn’t about to let Theo distract her, but the way his vest framed his sculpted torso made that task nearly impossible. Without his jacket, his shoulders seemed broader, his biceps flexed with every slight movement, and even his firm backside drew her attention when he walked across the room. She scolded herself silently. She was here to talk, not to ogle.
Theo gestured to a sleek black leather sofa. “Have a seat.”
“I have to get back to work,” she said quickly, trying to keep her resolve intact. But even as she said it, doubt crept in. The fire of her anger had dimmed under his magnetic pull. Theo Carter was a maddeningly tempting distraction, and ignoring him was proving harder than she’d anticipa
