Chapter 11
A veggie burger awaited on the coffee table while I switched the channel on TV to House Hunters. Moving to an island would be cool, but probably no work in my line of business. Might be something to think about for retirement, though.
An urgent knock at the door snapped me from my thoughts. Keith? Hadn't seen him since the concert, and I wasn't even sure he was in town.
I opened the door to Charlie. His blue jeans and plain black t-shirt molded to his well-developed body. The bouquet of Blanket Flowers which he extended looked like tiny suns.
My mouth fell open, and my heart fell to my stomach. Never thought I'd see him again, especially holding flowers.
"May I come in?" He asked in a conciliatory tone.
I stepped aside. Charlie walked in and checked out my place. His gaze
