Annabel
Charlie watches me eat like it’s an erotic act. His gaze never leaves my lips as he shovels food past his own.
Three steaks.
I’m not kidding you. The guy ate three steaks. It’s incredible. He must have the highest metabolism in the history of the universe. Well, how else would he be able to lift a Harley Davidson over a concrete divider?
Spending this time with him is like getting wrangled into a thriller. I’m holding my breath, squeezing my eyes closed, but still enjoying the ride. Loving watching the strong, brave, and handsome hero defeat the bad guys. At least I hope that’s how this one ends.
Charlie certainly makes me believe everything will come out all right even though logic tells me differently. When I stop and think about how deep I’m into this thing—how meaningless
