CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Silence filled the space between Charlotte and Trev, who’d not moved from his spot against the counter. The way he looked at her created waves of nerves in her stomach, a bunch of butterflies flapping away. Did he agree with Bryce?
“That went well!” Charlotte declared on her way into the kitchen. She retrieved two beers, opened them, and offered one to Trev, whose expression hadn’t changed. “Balcony?” Without waiting for a response, she took her own beer to the sliding door and pushed it wide open. Cool air brushed cheeks she’d not known were overheated as she leaned on the railing, staring below.
As a psychiatrist, Charlotte had helped patients through all manner of complex and distressing situations. She was good at it. Really good. But when it came to her own well
