Lance
After dinner, I ask Charlie to stay, and bring her to my bedroom on the upper floor. I have a loft with an A-frame room. The west wall is floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out into the snowy forest. The sun set hours ago, but the moon has risen to bathe the forest in her pale light.
“Lance, this is incredible,” Charlie breathes. “The view!”
“Yeah, I love it,” I admit. The floors are polished oak and my furniture is simple, clean-lined wood. A large geometric-patterned rug in turquoise and brick covers the floor.
“What do you do in the morning, though? Doesn’t the sun wake you up?”
I grin. “Yeah. I don’t mind. I’m an early riser. I’ll keep your head covered with a sheet in the morning.”
Charlie smiles and rests both her hands on my chest. “What’s the deal with your brother? Is h
