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I run my fingers through her hair again.Maybe she’s nervous.
“Your new van is in the garage, but since you don’t need to haul your paintings with you, I’m having one of my men drive you. He’ll stay outside the gallery until I get there.” She starts to lift her head, but I use the hand that had been stroking her hair to keep her head where it is. “It’s not a prisoner thing,” I feel I need to clarify. “It’s a safety thing. I don’t want you in public alone. Ever.” When she doesn’t reply, I give her hair the softest tug. “Understand.”
“Yeah, fine.” She’s clearly resigned to my heavy-handedness. “But what do you mean new van? Did you buy my van back?”
I scoff, “No, I didn’t buy your old ass van back. And I didn’t bother retrieving that shitty car you got in exchange for it either.”
I swear I can hear her eye roll. “Okay, so what’s in the garage then?”
“The worst thing I’ve ever spent money on.”
She snorts. “I hardly doubt that.”
“Baby, do you understand that I have a reputation to uphold? I can’t be seen buying a fucking minivan. I sent Benedict with cash to buy it.”
“If you’re so against it, why’d you get one?”
“Because, as much as I loathe having to admit it, all the reviews were solid and the internet seems to agree that they’re very practical for hauling large paintings.”
She tries to lift her head again, but I stop her. “That’s very thorough of you.”
“I’m nothing if not thorough.” I think of her exes on their way to Alaska and grin into the dark. Wondering if they’ll ever put it together that they all dated the same woman.
“Well, thank you. I appreciate the sacrifice it must’ve taken to do that.”
I keep grinning. “While you’re at it, you can thank me for our thirty-thousand dollar weekend getaway in Colorado this winter.”
The hand that had been hugging my side moves to cover her mouth as she lets out a laugh. “I forgot about that.”
“Yeah, well, surprise.”
“Sorry.” The way she snickers through the apology lets me know she doesn’t mean it.
I shrug. I’m not gonna miss thirty grand.
“All for a good cause,” I yawn.
Her hand slides back around my side. “Did you find out what the charity was?”
“No idea.”
Savannah’s head shakes against me.
“Oh, and,” I pause to yawn again. “I’ll leave your new license and credit cards on the kitchen island before I leave for my meeting in the morning.”
“New license?” Savannah questions, also yawning.
I nod, closing my eyes. “I had your name changed, Mrs. Vass. Didn’t I mention it?”
“What?! You can’t…” I slide my hand over her mouth.
“Shh, Baby. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
CHAPTER68
Savannah
Orlando steps back,dusting his hands together. “I think we’re ready.”