Savannah, Paige and the children moved into the bright and airy kitchen as Paige filled Savannah in about the new practice she had joined. She only worked four days a week now and had to do rounds only one weekend a month as opposed to two. Paige was twelve years older than Savannah and Savannah had always looked up to her. Their parents had gotten pregnant with Paige earlier than planned while they had both been pursuing careers in the medical field. They waited until they were more established before they had Savannah.
As four-year-old Addy and two-year-old Jake ate goldfish at the table, Savannah turned to Paige.
“So, is this strictly a doctors’ event? I don’t want to be scrutinized by any media.”
“That’s what Mom says. I haven’t even seen Daddy to ask him. I think he’s here somewhere, but we haven’t run into him.”
Savannah nodded as she poured herself a glass of water. It was nearly five and guests were to start arriving at six-thirty. At that moment, Paige’s nanny walked in and Savannah excused herself up to her old bedroom.
Savannah hadn’t lived at home since high school, she had opted to live on campus during college. Her summers had been filled with traveling and finding sublets in the city. Her mother had updated her room since she had lived there, and the room was now done in soothing purple
and whites as opposed to the garish hot pink and zebra style she had been obsessed with in high school.
Savannah’s room sat on the third floor, next to the library, and she loved the quiet corner
of this part of the house. She closed the door and sank onto the soft white bed, kicking her heels off and pointing her toes. She gazed at the French doors to her closet and saw a dress handing carefully. She stood up to survey what her mother had bought for the event. The dress was gold and made of flowing material; the perfect combination for a near-end-of-summer event.
It had small cap sleeves and was softly pleated. The material gathered at the waist before it spilled down the front into a soft bubble hem. Savannah had to admit her mother had exquisite taste and the delicate gold sandals that were on the floor would be the perfect touch. Wishing she had a glass of wine already, she began to get ready for the evening.
Ninety minutes later, Savannah was dressed, styled and coiffed as she made her way to the back patio where the party was taking place. She still hadn’t seen her father, or her brother-in-law for that matter, and her eyes swept the beautifully decorated patio searching for the rest of her family.
Of course her mother had outdone herself again and their sprawling backyard had been
turned into a forest wonderland, with canopied tents and twinkling lights. The pool glowed softly and Savannah nearly tripped as she came down the last step, her eyes focused on the pool and not the stairs in front of her.
“Careful,” a warm voice cautioned Savannah and she felt a large hand at her elbow and waist, steadying her before she hit the pavement. A shock ran through Savannah’s body and she looked up with alarm at the man who had saved her and who was now making her body hum with energy.
Her gaze moved over her savior, finding his bright crystal blue eyes staring intently at her as if reading her soul. Savannah tried not to gasp from the sheer handsomeness of the stranger.
His hair was a dark chestnut that fell across his face and Savannah had to admit that it looked perfect for entwining fingers. He had high cheekbones and chiseled jaw line and his skin coloring was a warm olive. He looked vaguely familiar, but Savannah was quite certain she would have remembered meeting him before.
Savannah subconsciously licked her lips and she tried to catch her breath, her desire for this man so great she was caught off guard. Her stumble had made her gasp but now she felt short of breath as she stared at this beautiful man.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Savannah let his voice run over her like a hot shower, caressing every nerve ending of her body as the rich undertones of his voice rumbled deep within his chest.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you,” she whispered, reluctant for the man to let go.
“Those stairs are pretty treacherous,” he said and Savannah looked at him and noticed his eyes were twinkling in jest.
“You try walking in thin sandals,” she shot back, rubbing her foot and feeling foolish.
He laughed heartily and Savannah drank in the rich sound as if her life depended on it.
“I will leave that to beautiful women like yourself,” he said, his hand brushing softly against her wrist. She looked wildly into the man’s eyes, but she could discern nothing from his gaze.
“And may I just say, you look absolutely stunning,” he murmured into her ear before being swallowed up by a crowd of new arrivals. Savannah looked around frantically but Mr. Mysterious was gone, lost among the rush of eager guests.
“Hey little sis,” came a friendly voice and Savannah turned to see her brother-in-law, Tyler.
“Everything okay?” he asked his eyes clouding over with concern, “you look like you just saw a ghost.”
“There was a guy — but he just disappeared — I don’t know what happened,’’ she said
feebly, knowing how foolish she sounded. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she gave Tyler a hug. She had known Tyler most of her life since he and Paige had been high school sweethearts.
Tyler may not have been her brother by blood, but she considered him as such. He had
come to live with his wealthy aunt and uncle in Greenwich at the age of fourteen after his parents had been killed in a car crash. He was originally from Texas and Paige had instantly fallen for his southern drawl. Tyler had quickly become another member of the family, spending dinners and weekends hanging out at the O’Haras’ mansion. Savannah had been really young at the time so she didn’t remember much, but apparently her mother had helped Tyler deal with the death of his parents.
Tyler and Savannah moved toward the tents when Savannah finally spotted her father, he caught her gaze, smiled, and made a beeline for her.
“My Savannah,” he said, embracing her.
“Hi Daddy.”
“How are you sweetie? Any luck with a job yet?”
Savannah rolled her eyes inwardly as her father wasted no time cutting to the chase.
“Not yet Daddy, but I had a really good interview today. I think I might get this one.” It wasn’t exactly a lie since Savannah figured she had a fifty-fifty shot based on Kaci’s poker face.
“Honey! Why don’t you let me call Matt? Or Kelly?” Naturally, her father was referring to Matt Lauer and Kelly Ripa.
“Not necessary Daddy!”
Tyler guffawed and tried to cover it up with a cough. Savannah shot him a dirty look.
“I can always call Ellen. I’m sure she has some New York contacts, and I’m sure that Oprah probably knows someone.”
“Daddy! We are not calling Ellen DeGeneres or Oprah! That’s crazy! I’m going to do this by myself.”
Her father put his hands up in a look of defeat.
“If you change your mind, Matt, Ryan and I are playing golf tomorrow. I’m sure they have contacts”
“Ryan?”
“Seacrest.”
Of course. Who else? Savannah shook her head as an elderly couple that looked vaguely familiar approached her father. She couldn’t believe that her father was golfing with Ryan
Seacrest tomorrow. Wait until she told her best friend and roommate Sage when she got back home on Sunday night.
Tyler began talking to the elderly couple and her father moved towards her and guided
her to a set of soft chairs nearby.
“Since when are you friends with Ryan Seacrest?” she asked, arching her eyebrow.
“Well he’s always been friendly with Matt and after they did the Olympics together they started golfing together. Matt and I already had a tee time for tomorrow and then Matt said Ryan was in the city for the weekend, so we asked him join us.”