Fall was Savannah's favourite time of year. The brutal heat of the Texas summer had dissipated and left the air around her pleasantly warm, and more comfortable than stifling. She was taking her third walk of the day. With nothing to do other than sit and worry over the kids, she preferred to be outside, moving, rather than sitting in the grungy halfway house.
She rounded the corner of the block she'd grown familiar with over the past several days, surprised she hadn't worn a path into the sidewalk by now. There was a small park across the street. She considered stopping to watch the children playing, but kept going, knowing it would only dredge up memories that would make her cry.
She couldn't quite believe things had ended the way they did. She felt conflicted being away from the compound, empty in a weird way. It was all she knew, but she'd dreamed of leaving the overly strict compound for the last few years. She'd become disillusioned with their whole way of life after her mother passed away four years ago. But there were certain things, and people, she'd miss. She already missed the bustle of activity, always having someone to talk to. She thought of Dillon, the only other person her age, and wondered where he was.
When the sun began to sink lower in the sky, she resigned herself to spending another night at the house. She'd come to despise it for no other reason than how alone she felt there. She turned right at the corner, surprised that she didn't recognize her surroundings. She'd been so lost in thought and over-confident in her ability to navigate, that she hadn't paid attention to where she'd wandered. She turned in a circle, searching out a landmark or street sign she'd recognize; but unfortunately it did little good. She was lost.
She took a deep breath and willed herself to stay calm. But the façade lasted about two seconds. She had no one to call and didn't even know the address of the house. She was completely and utterly alone. After growing up in a household with a dozen different women mothering her, the realization was a stark one. She'd never been on her own. And she was already failing at it.
Savannah wiped away the tears that had begun to escape her eyes. What would she do if couldn't find the house again? The street had started with an L, hadn't it? She supposed she could go into a nearby shop and ask if they knew of a halfway house close by. She'd probably sound like a crazy person, but what other options did she have? She pulled in a deep breath, regaining some composure, and looked through the window of a convenience store. The guy at the counter met her eyes, then stared straight at her boobs. Nope. Not going in there. Gaze cast down, she kept walking.
With the thud of her shoes against the sidewalk and the pounding rhythm of her heart guiding her, Savannah continued on. The purr of a car engine lingered behind her. Not passing. Shoot. This wasn't a great part of town to be alone in. What had she been thinking? So she quickened her stride, but the car kept pace.
A large black SUV stopped alongside her. The dark tinted window lowered. A rush of panic washed over her, and tears sprang to her eyes.
"Savannah?"
The rough male voice knew her name. She stumbled to a halt and dared a glance in his direction. She was met with the concerned gaze of the FBI agent who had rescued her after the compound was raided. He was tall and broad shouldered with dark hair, stubble dusting his jaw and his dark eyes were locked on hers. She ventured a step closer to his SUV. She didn't know his name, or what he intended, but something in his dark gaze gripped the very depths of her, and she knew instinctively that she could trust him. At least she hoped she could. He hadn't hurt her that night. His touch had been strong, but gentle. Summoning, her courage, she turned to face him.
***
Cullen couldn't believe his luck, that he had quite literally spotted Savannah on the way to the safe house.
Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes wild. Shit, she looked scared. Had someone done something to her? The thought drove him nuts.
"Savannah?" he repeated.
Without waiting for her to respond, Cullen slammed his gearshift into park and hopped out, crossing the front of the SUV to stand before her.
He lifted her chin, inspecting her face and neck for marks, and gripped her upper arms to turn her in a circle, looking her over completely. She appeared unharmed, so he didn't understand why she was crying. "What happened?"
She swallowed and looked down at the sidewalk between their feet.
"Hey." He brushed her hand with his. "You remember me, right?"
She met his eyes and gave him a hesitant nod. "What's your name?" she asked a nervous hitch in her voice.
"Cullen Fletcher." He offered her his hand, and she slipped her delicate fingers into his palm.
"Mr. Cullen," she repeated in barely a whisper.
"You can call me Cullen. Everyone else does. Or Fletcher or Fletch. You know whatever…"
She grinned, more with her eyes than her mouth. His babbling had apparently scored some points.
"Now tell me what's wrong," he pushed. He didn't mean for it to come out as a command, but he needed to know what had happened to her, manners aside.
"I went for a walk and got lost," she said simply.
Cullen nearly sagged in relief. Thank fuck. That, he could fix. God, if something had happened to her, he didn't think he could've handled it. Not with the worry that'd been churning in his gut the last several days. "Come on, I can drive you back." He turned for the driver's side again, but Savannah remained rooted to the sidewalk. He returned to the spot where she stood and spoke to her in hushed tones. "You can trust me, okay?"
Her eyes flashed to his. He'd forgotten how green they were. She squinted and blinked several times, as if she was deciding. It was cute. Without another word, Savannah opened the passenger door and climbed inside.
Cullen's skin tingled, hyper-aware of just how close she was. She wore a pair of baggy jeans, torn at one knee and a long-sleeved thermal tee, but the ill-fitting attire did nothing to temper the desire he felt. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his hands itching to fold her body against his own. Shit, his libido was out of control when it came to this girl. Maybe he really did need a vacation. Somewhere with sand and lots of women in bikinis. Somewhere the hell away from Savannah.
Neither spoke during the short ride back to the halfway house. Cullen stopped in front of the two-story, pale gray house flaking in paint. Both his and Savannah's attention was captured by a group of guys sitting on the wide front porch, arguing loudly.
Savannah fiddled nervously with the door handle but made no move to exit the car.
"Listen, I don't have to take you back right away…we could grab a cup of coffee."
Relief washed over her face. "Yes."