CHAPTER TWELVE
“You’re looking pale, Charlie. Is the heat too much? I can put on the air-conditioning.” Rosie was ready for Lewis to meet her for lunch. Instead of under the trees at the park, they’d decided to go to a café and stay out of the heat.
“I was a bit over-tired earlier, but lunch helped. Here he is.”
Lewis wandered in with a broad smile. “Charlotte! How nice to see you, but so pale? Are you unwell?”
“Just a bit tired.”
She’d met Lewis before Christmas when searching for gift ideas and they hit it off immediately. A widower in his sixties, he and Rosie were inching toward a relationship beyond a long friendship forged through the choir they both sang in.
“Darling, maybe close the door for a while and pop the cooling on. Better for us and the customers.” Rosie popped a sunh
