She began walking away, but he quickly followed her.
“Explain what that means,” he demanded.
“It means that suave lines, threats, and facetious comments aren’t the way to gain my respect. If you really want to get close to me, that’s something pretty dang valuable to know.”
She walked away again. This time he let her. It didn’t take her long to find Richard, and thankfully, he was willing to give her a ride back to the docks. She’d had enough of Ashton Storm for one day.
Chapter Sixteen
The water underneath her boat had been lulling her into a sense of peace. But Savannah was now sitting up with her phone pressed against her ear and her spine ramrod straight.
“No way!”
“Don’t be a wuss, sis,” Alexa said. “You promised me, remember?”
“That doesn’t mean that I’ve agreed to go out on random blind dates,” Savvy told her.
“You don’t need to yell. And I adore this man. I’ve known Darren for a year now and I showed him your pics and he was all over taking you out.”
“If he’s so great, why in the world aren’t you going on a date with him?” Savvy asked.
“He’s your type, not mine,” Alexa said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
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“It’s not an insult, Savs. He’s just supersmart like you, but I promise he’s also a total babe.”
“I’m not doing this, Lex. Absolutely, positively, one hundred percent NO.” Savvy needed to stay firm.
“Please, sis. If you don’t go, he’ll think I’m a big liar.” Alexa was now using the voice she’d always used while they were growing up. That pathetic wheedling voice she used to get her way, with hints of impending tears. Fake tears.
Dammit! It was working. But Savvy had to fight this off.
“Last weekend, weren’t you telling me that I needed to go for it with my boss?”
“Well, nothing is happening on that front,” Alexa said, “and I don’t want you to die an old maid.”
“I’m only twenty-four, Lexie. And old maid is an outdated and hopelessly sexist term, useful now only if you’re playing cards in a family setting.”
“Would you prefer spinster? I know, I know. But it’s just one date, Savs. If you hate it, you can yell at me for a full two hours tomorrow. Promise.”
It was a Friday and Savvy was sick of sitting around and doing nothing in her little room. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to go out with this guy. What was the worst that could happen? Okay, a lot of worse things could happen. But on a positive note, the night could be fun. And if not, she got a free meal, didn’t she? That was always good on a tight budget.
“Fine. I’ll go. Give me the place and time,” Savvy said, and jotted the information down. At least the restaurant was in walking distance. “You owe me, Lex.”
“I think you’re going to be the one owing me after you meet this guy.”
Savvy hung up the phone and got ready. Her pushy little sis had given her only two hours to make this date. But Lexie also knew Savvy well, and if she’d had too much time to think about this, she would surely have found a way to get out of it.
Dressed in a knee-length summer dress and flats — there was no way she was wearing heels — she threw her purse over her shoulder and made her way up the dock. Thankfully, she didn’t run into her moody boss. Maybe her luck was turning around.
She arrived at the bistro in about ten minutes and then wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. Her sister really hadn’t given her enough information. Was she supposed to go inside? Wait at the bar? Meet him out front? The guy knew what she looked like, but she had no clue what she was getting herself into. Maybe she should just hightail it out of there. So what if her sister looked bad? Savvy was preparing to make that quick exit.
“Savannah?”
Ooh, that voice had possibilities. Turning, she found a nice-looking man, very nice-looking man, walking up to her wearing a pale green button-up shirt, a pair of designer jeans, and Doc Martens. His hair was dark and short, and he had brilliant green eyes. Not bad at all.
“Yes. You must be Darren,” she said.
“Yes. Darren Tessler. I have to say that your pictures don’t do you justice.”
Smooth. The man was smooth. But he wasn’t dangerous — that was her next thought. Not dangerous like Ashton.
“Thank you. I would say the same, but my sister didn’t give me a picture,” she said with a laugh. “I don’t normally do blind dates, but …” There really was no but, but her nerves were making her begin to babble.