Chapter Twenty-Two
Collin almost dropped the boombox when he saw Charlotte through the window. She was smiling. It was a genuine smile as she lifted ice cream to her mouth. A mouth he'd kissed a few hours ago. He'd never been a fan of sweets, but he ached to taste the cream that rested at the corner of her lips.
Still, it was her smile he was most enthralled with. If she wasn't sad any longer, then perhaps she would come home with him? But then her smile faltered.
"Turn up the volume," urged Carlos.
"If he turns up the volume, there will be a stampede," said Fitz. "Really, horse sounds?"
"She loves horses," said Collin. "This is the mating sounds of horses. It seems the most appropriate romantic gesture."
Fitz sighed. Carlos grinned encouragingly. Collin held the box higher, and then
