CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Charlotte froze. The hairs stood on the back of her arms and for an instant, her heart pounding in her ears was the only sound.
In the shadows, a tall man straightened from leaning against the wall.
She took a step back, missing the step, and almost fell, her hand flinging out in time to grab the railing.
“Charlie!” Trev was at her side in an instant, his hand on her arm to steady her balance.
Her mouth opened but no sound emerged as her brain caught up. The warmth of his hand seeped through her until the fear drained away. It was Trevor, not some intruder with evil intent.
“Hi.” She managed. He was in jeans and T-shirt. And wearing aftershave.
“I am so sorry to startle you. I should have spoken when you were at the bottom of the stairs.”
“Um…I wasn’t expecting
