CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Dreadful timing. Walking in on what was a private moment between Mum and Charlotte was bad enough. But did Charlie mean it? Did she rate her love of books and the bookshop above any feelings for him? All this rushed through Trev’s mind before he could sort his logic. Because an arrow had pierced his heart.
Pull yourself together. This is tiredness at play.
“Sorry, am I intruding?” Should have followed an earlier urge to go home for a quick nap.
Charlotte glanced down. She knew he’d heard, otherwise she’d have smiled at him.
“Never. Do you want some coffee?” Rosie wheeled around the counter with her arms open. “I can offer instant.”
He leaned down for a hug. She’d been crying. “What’s wrong, Mum?”
“I had a little moment. Missing your father a bit. Nothing more.”
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