Trev climbed the stairs to Charlotte’s door two at a time.
He waited a moment before knocking, running a hand through his short hair, and taking off his sunglasses. Then, he tapped.
The door swung inward. “Hey.” Charlie held it open as he entered, then closed it behind them both.
He sniffed the air and his mouth watered. Whatever was cooking was good. Garlic and basil wafted his way and his stomach rumbled. Quietly, he hoped.
“Thanks so much for helping with this.” Charlotte disappeared around the corner and he left his sunglasses on the counter and followed. She was in the bedroom at the back of the apartment. The room was large and under furnished with only a narrow old bed along one wall, and the wardrobe—his target—blocking the window.
“It’s a big piece of furniture.”
“So, I’ll a
