Dawson turned in a slow circle, taking in the entirety of his new place—a three-hundred square-foot trailer. Hey, it had beachfront property, and a hammock in the tree it was parked under if he didn’t feel like sleeping indoors.
A tiny air conditioner had been plugged into the electrical outlet in this trailer park, and he stood right in front of it and barely felt any air at all.
Didn’t matter.
He liked small spaces, and he felt comfortable here. Now, bringing Charlotte here, that would be a whole different ballgame. But she hadn’t asked to see his new place, and he spent most of his free time up on the bluff, helping in her yard or slathering paint colors like midnight moon or fresh daisies onto the walls.
Now that she had a job, her home improvement projects had slowed down. But eve
