FOURTEEN
Before Poppy could decide, Turner closed Charley’s door and pulled a wallet from his back pocket. He took out a bunch of bills and handed them to the cab driver. They exchanged a few words then Turner hit the roof and backed off, watching his sister drive away.
He really cared about Charley, about his family. He was the whole package. Poppy should kick herself for still noticing things like that and for swooning over them. As the cab turned the corner to leave the block, Turner about-faced to come over and stop just a couple of feet in front of her.
“We’ll never figure this out hiding from each other, babe.”
Poppy took a breath, letting it out slowly before she spoke. “I am trying so hard to respect your wishes,” she said, not expecting the thick emotion in her voice or for he
