The Eligible Suspect(83)

                He lost sight of one police car at the exit. The other missed it and was stuck on the highway.

                Korbin cut off a car getting onto another highway and weaved in and out of traffic. He took the next turn and another into a neighborhood. Dodging a slow-moving minivan, he turned again and got back onto the highway. He sped as fast as he could to the next exit with no sight of police cars.

                Going through the old town of Golden, he maneuvered the back roads until he made it into the foothills. On a two-lane highway, he watched his rearview mirror. No sign of the cop.

                He didn’t relax yet. Staying on the back roads, he drove to Highway 285 near Morrison and sped up the winding mountain road toward Evergreen.

                Realizing where he was headed, Korbin checked himself. He wasn’t going to seek refuge. He couldn’t even be sure he’d be safe there. He could trust Savanna not to turn him in, but what about her family? Would she be alone? Macon might be there. Going there might be a big risk. But he found he could not stop himself from going there. He was going for Savanna.





                                      Chapter 12

                Sitting on a pillowy bench seat in the window of the upper-level turret, Savanna couldn’t stay focused on the book. She leaned her head against the glass. There were lots of windows in the Evergreen mansion. This place was good for her to hide out a while, but it wasn’t home. It was much more formal than home. The cobblestone circular drive matched the light-colored stone of the home. Trees had been planted just so. And inside, she felt she disturbed perfection every time she sat down or put a drink on a table.

                Movement on the drive caught her attention. A familiar white Volvo drew nearer. Her heart registered who it was a fraction of a second before her brain did. Mouth dropping open, she jerked her head off the window and inhaled a much-needed breath.

                There was only one way Korbin could have gotten inside the gate.

                “Savanna!” her mother yelled. You had to yell in this house.

                Savanna stayed where she was. Her mother had let him in.

                What was he doing here? At first she was glad, but then she became irritated. Was he that inconsiderate of her feelings? Did he know how she felt? How did she feel?

                “Savanna!”

                Macon had gone back to his movie set this morning and it was just her and Mom and Dad. Dad was working from home and was with a director in the basement, talking business.

                The man in the Volvo was no director. Lawbreaker. Fugitive. He could star in one of Dad’s movies.

                He parked the car in front of the sweeping stone stairs that led to the entry. The valet stepped up to the car as Korbin got out of the driver’s seat. His tall, muscular frame made her ache for him, and also made her fight her attraction to him. A slight breeze ruffled his dark hair.

                He spoke to the valet and climbed the stairs, disappearing from her view.

                “Savanna Ivy!”

                Her mother’s impatience propelled her off the bench seat. But she was slow to make her way through the enormous house. As she reached the wide stairs descending to the entry, she heard Korbin talking to her mother.

                “My apologies, again, for the unannounced visit,” he said. “Thanks for letting me through your security. It’s pretty impressive.”