He leaned down and kissed her, a tender benediction, then straightened abruptly as though he hadn’t intended to kiss her. “Good-bye, Charlotte.”
She tried to speak but couldn’t force the words past the lump in her throat. She cupped his strong jaw and ran her thumb along his lush lower lip. One last time, a memory to last the rest of her life.
Then she turned on her heel and ran up the steps and into the house before he could see her tears.
* * *
The night seemed to go on forever.
Farnham had informed her Steven had not come home yet, so she couldn’t even share the evening’s high point with her brother, to distract herself from the incredible low.
She tossed and turned, even tried counting sheep. But instead of sheep, she saw stars. The same stars she’d seen on the rooftop with Alist
