CHAPTER EIGHT
After sliding her handbag out from under a confused cat, Charlotte got as far as the hallway and stopped. She’d half-expected Trev to follow her but could hear him speaking outside.
What are you doing, Charlie?
Tears prickled at the back of her eyes and she made a dash for the main bathroom. Locking herself in, she leaned back on the door and stared at the ceiling. Crying was a silly response to a small disagreement. Not even a disagreement, more Trev drawing some lines around the two of them. He’d done so with her in the past when she’d been a bit reckless with her choices but she hadn’t responded with a racing heart and need to run. This was old Charlotte reacting.
“Sweetie?” Trev tapped lightly on the door. “Everything okay?”
She stepped away from the door and ran som
