The Durango Affair - Brenda Jackson [40]
“What?”
“I got a call from McKinnon. That appointment he had scheduled for today got canceled and he was able to get a flight out and will be arriving just in time for the wedding.”
Durango smiled, pleased his best friend would make the wedding after all.
Less than ten minutes later Durango and Savannah were stepping inside what Ian had told them was a vacant owner’s suite, which to Savannah’s way of thinking looked more like an exclusive condo with its three bedrooms, two full baths, gigantic fireplace, kitchen area and beautiful balcony that overlooked Lake Tahoe.
Savannah gave an inward sigh of relief at seeing the three bedrooms, although one of them she assumed due to its size was intended to be a master suite. She didn’t want a repeat of the temptation she had faced the previous night while in the hot tub with Durango, and was grateful for the spaciousness of the place.
“I’ll let you choose whichever bedroom you prefer,” Durango said, closing the door behind him.
She turned around and smiled sheepishly. “Because of all the stuff I brought along with me, I’ll take the biggest of the three bedrooms, if you don’t mind.”
He chuckled. “No, I don’t mind.” He glanced at his watch. “We have a few hours to kill. Do you want to take a walk around the lake?”
“I’d love to, and it was nice of Ian to let us use this suite, wasn’t it?”
Durango grinned. “Yes, he can be a nice enough guy when he wants to be. But there are times when he’s known to be a pain in the ass.”
Savannah knew he was kidding. Anyone who hung around the Westmorelands for any length of time could tell they were a close-knit group. “Give me a few minutes to freshen up, okay?”
“Sure.”
When she reached her bedroom, Durango called out to her.
“Ian mentioned there’s a private hot tub on the twelfth floor if we wanted to try it out,” he said.
Images of the two of them in the hot tub last night and the heated kiss they had shared floated into Savannah’s mind. Just the thoughts made a tingly feeling settle in the pit of her stomach. “I think I’ll pass on that.”
“You sure?” he asked, grinning, making her remember in blatant details their hot-tub antics of the night before.
“I’m positive.”
“If I didn’t know the score I’d think you and Durango were excited about getting married.”
Savannah glanced at her sister as she slipped into her wedding dress. She and Durango had run into Chase and Jessica while touring the grounds around the lake. Jessica had suggested that Savannah get dressed for the ceremony in the suite she and Durango shared. Durango would dress in Chase and Jessica’s room. That way the bride and groom wouldn’t see each other in their wedding attire before they were married.
“You’re imagining things. Durango and I came to an agreement to do what’s in the best interest of our child. That’s the only reason we’re getting married.”
Jessica Claiborne Westmoreland laughed, reached out and hugged her sister and said, “Hey, whatever, I still think the two of you look good together.”
Savannah looked at Jessica in mild exasperation. “And I told you not to get any ideas, Jess.”
“If you don’t want me to get any ideas, then how about explaining these?” she said, gesturing to all the sexy sleepwear Savannah had unpacked earlier. “If these aren’t for Durango’s enjoyment then who are they for?” she asked, picking up one of the negligees.
“For me. You know how much I like wearing sexy things to bed,” Savannah said, reaching out and taking the item from Jessica and tossing it back on the bed. “Since Durango and I won’t be sharing a bed, what I sleep in is no business of his.”
Jessica tipped her head, regarded Savannah thoughtfully and said, “You still haven’t gotten it yet, have you?”
“Gotten what?”
“The fact that a Westmoreland man isn’t anyone to play with. How long do you think the two of you will be able to fight this intense attraction? Even today he was looking at you when he thought you weren’t looking and you were looking at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. The two of