Chapter Four
“You okay?” Charlotte said as she walked into the kitchen, sliding her hand over the small of his back and pressing against him so he could feel all of her.
He saw the time and heard a car door close outside. He still needed to change, and he needed to have a word with Suzanne. Then there was Harold, whom he couldn’t keep avoiding.
“Yeah, just one of those days, you know.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, feeling the weight of the world. He took in her long dark hair, which was hanging loose, and her white cotton T over yoga pants, and he pressed his hand to the baby bump, his baby, who was growing bigger every day.
Charlotte was always touching him, and he realized now how quiet it was and how off she seemed. She was biting her lower lip. Yeah, something was
