need to ask about Savannah. The call had been all about her. Not only was she coming home, the DA wanted him to be aware of some threats that’d been made against her.
Zach checked the rearview mirror and then stepped on the gas pedal, his mind whirring with myriad thoughts. He’d known that by coming back here to live, he’d see her again. The mansion was prime real estate and even in this economy would bring a pretty penny. He’d figured that she and her sisters would return someday and put the place on the market. Now that the day had finally arrived, Zach zeroed in on two major thoughts: It had almost killed him to let her go the first time. How the hell was he going to watch her come back to Midnight for only a short time and not try to convince her to stay forever?
And just how much did she hate him for breaking her heart?
Chapter
Eight
Savannah flexed her fingers, wincing at their stiffness. The closer she came to Midnight, the tighter her grip on the steering wheel had become. She was still on 65 South, at least two hours from her destination. At this rate, there would be handprint indentions in the leather by the time she drove into the city limits.
Usually when she made a decision, she was determined to see it through. This time was different. Facing the morass of memories was so much easier in theory than in real life. Midnight was the place of her worst nightmare. Where her childhood had begun and ended much too soon. It was the place where her vulnerable, romantic heart had bloomed with overwhelming love and then was shattered beyond recognition. Years had gone by before she’d felt the slightest mend to her damaged heart. And very soon she would be seeing the man who had caused that devastation.
But she couldn’t keep putting off the inevitable. Her granddad would have wanted them to get this over with and get on with their lives. She and her sisters had gone back for the funeral, of course. Daniel Wilde was one of the kindest, most generous men God had ever put on this earth. His kindness had thankfully included making all the plans and arrangements for his funeral. Though he had passed away unexpectedly, when she and her sisters had arrived home, expecting to have to make numerous decisions, they had discovered they needed to do nothing but mourn their loss and accept condolences.
Losing their granddad had left Savannah and her sisters too devastated to even contemplate selling the Wilde house. They had arranged to continue with the same cleaning and lawn service with the knowledge that at some point, one of them would have to return to do what was necessary. Savannah, ever the practical one, had mentioned this several times during their monthly get-togethers. She understood their reasons for putting it off—she had delayed also. Putting the house up for sale was the final goodbye.
She had called both Sammie and Bri to tell them she was going back, but they’d both been out. She wanted to make sure they were okay with her decisions about the sale. Granddad had made Savannah the executrix of his estate, but all three sisters had equal inheritance.
The cellphone she’d dropped on the front passenger seat rang. Knowing it was one of her sisters, she pressed the answer button on her steering wheel and said, “Hey.”
“What the hell happened?”
Surprised at the worry in Sammie’s voice, she asked, “What do you mean?”
“I just saw photos of you being attacked. Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay?”
“Photos? Where?”
“The Tennessean.”
Crap. She should have realized Nashville newspapers would’ve printed a story and photos if they had them. “I’m sorry, Sammie. I left you a message.”
“Yeah, that you were taking some time off to go back home and get the house ready for sale. You never mentioned you were attacked.”
Savannah shrugged and then winced. Dammit, her back still hurt. “It was no big deal.”
Sammie’s exasperated snort came through loud and clear.
Zach checked the rearview mirror and then stepped on the gas pedal, his mind whirring with myriad thoughts. He’d known that by coming back here to live, he’d see her again. The mansion was prime real estate and even in this economy would bring a pretty penny. He’d figured that she and her sisters would return someday and put the place on the market. Now that the day had finally arrived, Zach zeroed in on two major thoughts: It had almost killed him to let her go the first time. How the hell was he going to watch her come back to Midnight for only a short time and not try to convince her to stay forever?
And just how much did she hate him for breaking her heart?
Chapter
Eight
Savannah flexed her fingers, wincing at their stiffness. The closer she came to Midnight, the tighter her grip on the steering wheel had become. She was still on 65 South, at least two hours from her destination. At this rate, there would be handprint indentions in the leather by the time she drove into the city limits.
Usually when she made a decision, she was determined to see it through. This time was different. Facing the morass of memories was so much easier in theory than in real life. Midnight was the place of her worst nightmare. Where her childhood had begun and ended much too soon. It was the place where her vulnerable, romantic heart had bloomed with overwhelming love and then was shattered beyond recognition. Years had gone by before she’d felt the slightest mend to her damaged heart. And very soon she would be seeing the man who had caused that devastation.
But she couldn’t keep putting off the inevitable. Her granddad would have wanted them to get this over with and get on with their lives. She and her sisters had gone back for the funeral, of course. Daniel Wilde was one of the kindest, most generous men God had ever put on this earth. His kindness had thankfully included making all the plans and arrangements for his funeral. Though he had passed away unexpectedly, when she and her sisters had arrived home, expecting to have to make numerous decisions, they had discovered they needed to do nothing but mourn their loss and accept condolences.
Losing their granddad had left Savannah and her sisters too devastated to even contemplate selling the Wilde house. They had arranged to continue with the same cleaning and lawn service with the knowledge that at some point, one of them would have to return to do what was necessary. Savannah, ever the practical one, had mentioned this several times during their monthly get-togethers. She understood their reasons for putting it off—she had delayed also. Putting the house up for sale was the final goodbye.
She had called both Sammie and Bri to tell them she was going back, but they’d both been out. She wanted to make sure they were okay with her decisions about the sale. Granddad had made Savannah the executrix of his estate, but all three sisters had equal inheritance.
The cellphone she’d dropped on the front passenger seat rang. Knowing it was one of her sisters, she pressed the answer button on her steering wheel and said, “Hey.”
“What the hell happened?”
Surprised at the worry in Sammie’s voice, she asked, “What do you mean?”
“I just saw photos of you being attacked. Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay?”
“Photos? Where?”
“The Tennessean.”
Crap. She should have realized Nashville newspapers would’ve printed a story and photos if they had them. “I’m sorry, Sammie. I left you a message.”
“Yeah, that you were taking some time off to go back home and get the house ready for sale. You never mentioned you were attacked.”
Savannah shrugged and then winced. Dammit, her back still hurt. “It was no big deal.”
Sammie’s exasperated snort came through loud and clear.
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