Chapter 12

Savannah

“Oh, shush, let me think.” He growls at me and sits to reason for a solution out.

While he does, I play over and over the events of last night. How the hell did I not notice it was him? I’ve been obsessed with his features since I got to the hotel enough to study them leisurely whenever he wasn’t looking. Why on earth would I let just a fraction of the paper along half of his face completely deceive me? Why would I think that any other person would drive the same color as his car?

And Du Bois hotels… of course, he’d pick Du Bois hotels. That’s his freaking business.

I face-palm myself several times before he comes to stop me.

“Panicking won’t help the issue, Savannah.” He holds both of my hands to stop me from causing me a headache. “Here’s the plan. I’ll leave first, then buy you some clothes, then pretend like we came together, but no one ever noticed… because no one really does.”

I’m super unsure about the last part, but I have