Free The One She Left Behind (Harlequin Super Romance) by Kristi Gold

had—heart and soul—and her complete trust, before he’d proved to be untrustworthy. She needed to keep that in mind, yet she couldn’t deny he could still mesmerize her with his voice, just as he had years before.
    After he finished, Sam leaned into the microphone and quietly said, “I hope you enjoyed it, Floyd,” shattering Savannah’s theory that the whole thing had been a fluke. Somehow, someway, he’d known about her dad’s love of the legendary song.
    Savannah decided then and there to set aside their differences and thank Sam for his thoughtfulness. Apparently she would have to postpone voicing her gratitude since he’d been sidetracked by a rather endowed waitress wearing painted-on jeans and a cut-down-to-there, tight white top.
    When the young woman tucked a piece of paper into Sam’s front pocket, Savannah inherently knew what it contained—a phone number. She was suddenly caught up in a sudden surge of jealousy when Sam leaned over and whispered something in the waitress’s ear.
    She found it absolutely absurd that she would resent the flirtation so much. Sam was free to do whatever or whomever he pleased. They hadn’t come there together. They weren’t a couple. She had no reason whatsoever to envision pulling every strand of shiny brown hair out of the harlot’s head…?.
    “Savannah?”
    She looked up to find Rachel watching her with concern. “Yes?”
    “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine.” A patent falsehood. She wasn’t fine at all. She was ticked off at Sam for being attentive to another woman. Mad at herself for feeling as if she had a right to be angry. “Why do you ask?”
    “You look a little distracted.”
    “I’m just running out of steam.” Another untruth. She was fuming like a boiler.
    Rachel nodded toward Matt, who stood nearby sporting an impatient look. “As soon as I dance with my husband, we’ll go.”
    “Take your time.”
    Once Rachel and Matt left the vicinity, Savannah closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. How could she be so foolish that she couldn’t control those latent feelings for Sam? She’d moved on with her life. Nothing he did or said should make a difference now.
    She decided to thank him later and at the moment, avoid him completely. Not an issue. He’d probably left with the waitress, even if they’d only made it as far as the parking lot. More power to them. Good riddance and goodbye.
    “You’re still here.”
    The overtly masculine voice drifted into her ear, indicating Sam hadn’t left the building after all. Savannah could never mistake that low, sexy drawl—she’d known it intimately in the dark of night and the light of day. She stared up at him as he hovered above her, looking way too good to ignore. But ignore him she would. “Yes, I’m still here, but I’ll be leaving as soon as I pay my check.” Provided Matt and Rachel only danced one dance.
    He reclaimed the stool beside her. “I settled up with one of the waitresses a few minutes ago.”
    Perhaps she’d overreacted after all. Then again, probably not. He might have settled more than only the bill.“You didn’t have to take care of my tab. I’m more than able to pay my way.”
    “Damn,” he grumbled. “Wish I’d known. That salad and glass of wine set me back six months. I’m not sure I’ll be able to buy my kid a pair of shoes. Good thing she doesn’t wear any when she’s with me.”
    At one time Savannah would have smiled over his wry wit, another aspect of his personality she’d grown to know and once loved. But she wasn’t quite in the mood for sarcasm. Nevertheless, proper etiquette dictated he deserved some credit for his consideration and the musical tribute. “Thanks for taking care of it. And thank you for dedicating the song to my father. He would have appreciated it a lot. But how did you know it was his favorite?”
    He leaned forward and rested his folded hands on the checkered tablecloth. “When he was having a bad day, I’d go