Convenient Cowgirl Bride by Silver James

Author:Silver James
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Chase didn’t know how to respond so he hesitated. He realized his mistake the moment Savannah backed away. He glared at his father. “I’m not doing this here and certainly not in public. You need to pack up and go back to Oklahoma City, Dad. I’m married. End of discussion.”

“No, you aren’t. You’re playing games, boy. Just like you always do. You don’t love that woman. She’s a handy piece to warm your bed while you thumb your nose at me. I know what’s best for you, for this family.”

Chase stepped closer and hissed out an angry whisper. “Keep your voice down. You complain every time I show up in the tabloids. Well, guess what? Every person in this restaurant has a cell phone, and you can bet they’re taking our pictures and blasting them out to every social media outlet on the web.”

Cyrus smoothed his expression just as he’d smooth a wrinkle in his suit coat. Chase saw his father’s eyes flick behind him right before a self-satisfied smile settled on his face.

“It appears your new bride has cut and run. Come and sit down. We’ll have dinner. Discuss things.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Chase discovered his father was right. Savannah had disappeared. Anger flashed through him. So much for standing up with him. Fine. He shouldn’t have expected loyalty from her, despite what they’d shared last night. He’d seen her expression when she’d come out of the rodeo office earlier. He’d explained that Twyla was a former employee, and that when she’d approached, he’d been cordial. It wasn’t his fault the paparazzi were hanging around. And as soon as Savannah appeared, he’d disengaged and caught up to her.

The last thing he needed was his father thinking exactly what Chase was thinking. His marriage to Savannah had to appear real and solid. He’d done his bit, but at the first sign of trouble, she’d tucked her tail and run.

“Chasen? Are you coming?”

Fine. He’d sit. Have dinner. He needed to eat, anyway. Savannah could call for room service and hide. Whatever. “Yeah, Dad. Right behind you.”

* * *

Savannah didn’t run. She didn’t cry, despite how much she wanted to. She kept her fists clenched at her sides, her chin up and her steps measured. She was so totally embarrassed—mortified, as her college English professor would say—but far too aware of the stares and the security cameras. She would not give the Barron staff any more reason for gossip. Backtracking through the maze of hallways, she finally found the correct bank of elevators. Her control was hanging by a thread. She stabbed the button. Then stabbed again. And again. Jabbing it with her thumb until a hand gentled her frantic motions.

“Easy, hon. Deep breaths.”

Tucker stood beside her, partially shielding her from view. When she regained a little control, he led her to the last elevator. He punched in a code on a number pad and urged her on board.

She faced the back wall, chin tucked to her chest, staring at her boots.

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