6
Early Bird Gets the Worm
Savannah took a deep breath and then turned the key in the lock. Before the door was all the way open, she could see Easton had jumped up from where he was seated on the couch among several stacks of papers. A rerun of West Wing was playing in the background. His hair was mussed, as if he’d been running his fingers through it all afternoon. He had two days’ worth of growth along his jawline and circles under his eyes. Still, he looked like home.
“Savannah?”
“Hey,” she said, pushing her suitcase into the living room.
“You’re not supposed to be home until tomorrow.”
“I know. I changed my flight.” She shut the door behind her and dropped her purse on the floor. “I never should have left. I missed you.”
She crossed the small room and threw her arms around his
