Charlotte waited another sixty seconds after the front door closed before she left the safety of the bathroom on the first floor. And it wasn’t all that safe, as Dawson had clearly been using it. The scent of his cologne and aftershave hung in the air, and she’d been surprised at how neat he was. One bath towel, hanging on a hook. One washcloth, folded over the rack by the sink. Toothbrush, razor, deodorant, and shaving cream lined up inside the drawer. Lined up.
Lined up.His actions spoke of someone in the military, and she wondered if his helicopter piloting was a second career. With the gray in his sideburns and beard, he had to be in his forties. Didn’t he?
“Honestly, why do you care?” Charlotte left the bathroom door open and went down the hall to the kitchen and dining room. The sp
