Charlotte’s POV
The sun had started to dip below the horizon by the time we pulled into the parking lot of a children’s clothing store that sat smack dab in the middle of a local shopping center. The sign above the window had a cartoon duck on it and read “Miss Paddywack’s Emporium: Clothes for Tots and Tykes!”
Kieran parked the car without a word and got out. I grabbed my purse and went to open my door, but he moved faster than I could, circling the car and opening my door for me without saying anything.
“Oh. Thank you,” I said, climbing out. My cheeks warmed faintly as I brushed past him, but he just nodded and shut the door behind me.
The inside of the shop was warm and bright, and smelled faintly of sugary birthday cake, clearly meant to elicit excitement in children. Small mannequ
