CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
For the rest of the evening, Trev struggled to take his eyes off Charlotte. Discovering her door unlocked earlier had sent a cold shock through him. With no response to his text nor a phone call, he’d let himself in. At least the apartment had appeared normal and a cursory glance noted her keys and phone weren’t where she often left them. He’d tracked her on the app she’d sent her location on the day she’d found the grave.
She’d phoned as he’d arrived at the lookout. In the couple of minutes it took him to descend to the pool, he’d considered several opening lines, from telling her off for leaving her door unlocked to acting as though nothing happened.
Instead, he’d kissed her. And she’d been fine with it. And now he wanted to kiss her again. Today, something changed
