CHAPTER TWENTY
When someone knocked on Charlotte’s door an hour later, she stood at the kitchen counter and willed them to leave. A storm was closing in and thunder rolled across the hills in the distance. Another knock.
Go away.
Her phone rang. Trev. She snatched it up.
“Hi.” Even to her ears, her voice was strained.
“Hi yourself. Care to share a bottle of wine with a weary man?”
Nope. Not now. Not when she’d probably got herself in trouble and maybe even him.
“Don’t you want to go eat or sleep or do paperwork?”
There was a long pause. Maybe the word ‘sleep’ triggered him into a nap on the spot. “Probably, but I’d prefer to spend a little time with you.”
“Oh. Um. I left town.”
He chuckled and there was a tap on the door.
“You might as well open it. Otherwise I’ll sit on the top
