By noon the apartment was finally beginning to resemble a place people lived in rather than a delivery schedule.
Charlotte stood inside the walk-in closet with two garment bags draped over one arm.
The third was spread across the bench in front of her.
She looked at it.
Then at the two already hanging beside the door.
A knock sounded against the frame.
"We need to leave by three." Ethan rested one shoulder against the doorway.
"I know." Charlotte kept her eyes on the garment bag.
"It's twelve-forty."
"I know, Ethan."
His gaze moved across the closet. Four bags stood ready near the door. Two more remained under consideration.
"Take both."
Charlotte looked up.
"You didn't even check."
"I checked." His eyes moved over the bags once. "Take both."
He disappeared back down the hal
