CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Charlotte took the first shower at Trev’s insistence, then wrapped in her dressing gown, laughed, and commanded him to go and have his. She threw on fresh clothes and started coffee.
Overcome with happiness, she ran to the middle of the living room and spun around. Nothing would take this moment away. The future was clear for whatever she wanted to make of it.
“Charlie.”
Trev was in the doorway, drying his hair. He’d brought the patrol car down to the apartment and grabbed the overnight bag he kept in it. Now he wore a T-shirt and jeans and bare feet. For some reason, that made Charlotte even happier and she twirled around again.
In an instant he was with her, the towel tossed over the back of the sofa. He wrapped her in his arms and she was no longer cold. No longer
