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 ...