"They"re moving the foster home?" Charlie leaned back against the door. He crossed his arms over his broad chest.
Savy had spent cool afternoons in the sun basking in the comfort of that chest. He"d wrapped those strong biceps around her as they lay out on a blanket, staring at the clouds. The memory of Tina Billings hanging off Charlie"s arm was a distant wisp of the past. That space at Charlie"s heart, that nook between his neck and his shoulder, that spot at the underside of his chin, all those places belonged to Savy.
Right now, she desperately wanted back inside those arms. The day had been trying enough with Daria and Mr. Davidson. And then this fool had to go and propose to her.
"Why are they moving Bright Horizons?" Charlie asked.
"Tilly."
It was a one-word answer. A name that
