Candice’s cheeks turned bright red.
She fumbled to explain, “Oh, I thought you… wanted me to do some cleaning. I’m not very mobile right now, so I thought I couldn’t manage.”
Charlie didn’t respond.
He stood leaning casually against the desk, arms crossed, wearing the kind of look that saw right through her but wasn’t in any rush to expose her.
After a beat, he suddenly chuckled. His voice took on a slow, teasing lilt.
“Miss Hale… you sure think highly of yourself.”
Candice felt like her face just burst into flames.
Was he saying she’d been daydreaming about him?
Utterly mortified, she lowered her head and hurriedly opened the folder in front of her, changing the subject with forced calm, “What do you need me to do? I’ll get started right away.”
Charlie, mercifully, didn’t press t
