Chapter 43

It had taken some fancy talking on Killian's part to convince Lexie driving to Savannah was both exhausting and impractical.

"It's a fifteen hour drive, darlin'," he kept telling her. "We'll both be exhausted, and you want to be fresh and alert, right?"

"But if we drive, I can take my entry with me," she'd reminded him, not for the first time.

"Lexie." He'd reached out and pulled her against him. "Didn't you tell me FedEx offers customized service? That they do that all the time."

She'd nodded.

"Then that's what we'll do. We'll drive into the city, and you can supervise the process yourself."

She was such a bundle of nerves, and he did his best not to lose patience with her. He was already irritated because she hadn't allowed him to help her choose her submission pieces. What was the big fucking secret, anyway? For the most part, she allowed him freedom in her studio. He liked to watch her paint, when he had the time, and he loved everything she did.