Raoul reluctantly followed her. “Two or three on the upper floor …and no, don't even think about climbing up to the windows.”
The windows of two private dining rooms faced the woods. The building stood on the slope, so the windows were high and there were no vines, ledges, or decorations to climb up or down without a ladder. But a twisted pine tree was growing in a convenient location. “This will serve,” she pointed.
“I want a meal, not pinecones,” Raoul grumbled.
Charlotte tossed the reins onto the fence post and ran toward the tree. He swore and followed. Being the taller and faster, he reached the tree first and, pushing her out of the way, climbed up ahead of her. Charlotte had to settle on the lower branch. “It was my idea. You did not even care,” she hissed.
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