I won’t let anyone use her against me. It’s as simple as that.
Well, that’s step one. I still have to decide what to do with her.
Accepting my decision, Savannah reaches down and unbuckles her seatbelt.
Mirroring her movements, I climb out of the car, stopping briefly to open the back door and retrieve her purse.
When I circle around the back of my Suburban, I find Savannah standing next to her open door, and take it as a win that she didn’t attempt to sprint to the fence.
“Come on.” I step up next to her, reaching behind her to close the car door. “Let’s go inside.”
My hand automatically rises to press against her lower back, but I stop. She might be my type, but she’s not here on a date.
Then, I remember she’s my prisoner, and I can do whatever I want to her, so I continue the mot
