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bent down to kiss him, and all the tension his body had harbored disappeared. He wrapped his hands low on her waist and let her mouth do things to him that he couldn't put into words. By the time she pulled away, Charlotte was trembling.
“Cold,” she said.
Adam glanced up at the back of the couch where the sheet had fallen. He tucked them in, their bared skin keeping the warmth between them under the light material. She crooked her face into his neck, and soon she was asleep again. Except this time, as the slow music continued to fill the silence, he followed her into a deep slumber.
*****
With the sun high in the sky, Charlotte demanded a shower, alone. Not that she somehow felt modest after their night of lovemaking and dancing naked… Or that she wasn't tempted to see what he could do while they were both wet and slippery from soap—that was probably on her bucket list, and she didn't even have one.
She couldn't think when Adam was right there, being the best kind of distraction. Charlotte needed to think. Too much was happening in such a short amount of time. There was no guide to what they were doing. No way she could have a contingency plan to the contingency plan.
She stepped from under the spray of the shower and twisted the ends of her hair to rid it of the excess water. At some point, though, she had to get out and face him again and somehow hold on to rational thought since this wasn't a long-term deal. He hadn't said as much, but did it really need to be stated? He'd breached his contract or even broke his word that he'd stay on the straight and narrow for a year. He'd made it six months. Would their relationship even last that long?
Goodness, she wished she could get caught up in the fun, wild side of this affair, but not thinking about the consequences is why she had a missing piece of her heart. Her brother never considered the repercussions of his actions.
Adam was a smart man. He had to have considered what this affair meant for his career if they got caught. She hated to think of herself as some kind of balm for his wild nature, and she wouldn't know unless she pressed him for the truth. And she couldn't do that if she hid in the shower all afternoon.
Charlotte shut off the water, got dressed, and went to get answers to the questions her time alone had sifted to the surface.
She found him on his patio, his feet propped on the steel fencing. A tinge of sea filled the air, but she picked up his masculine scent. As always, her stomach did a little flip until she caught sight of his profile. The stark, tense expression on his face forced her to slow her step. He tilted his head in her direction. After a quick inspection of her face, he raised a brow as though he knew she had a million questions and doubts.
Charlotte hated that he could see through her so easily.
“Who was it?” he asked.
She blinked at the abrupt question. “What?”
“You volunteer at what amounts to a troubled program for boys. Who was your troubled boy?”
Maybe if he hadn't offered his hand for her to come to him, her back would have stiffened at the probing question. Still, she sat in the patio chair far away from him. His touch made everything else dim, and nothing but his hands on her became important.
“My brother, Lance,” she answered without hesitation.
No point in trying to hide the truth. Adam was much smarter than he let on. He’d told her he was a bad boy, and she was going to believe him, but that didn't stop her from seeing his intelligence, his kindness, and his wicked sense of humor. At some point, she'd have to decide which trait was most important or damning.
He glanced back at the bay and cursed softly. “What happened?”
“Drunk driving. He died.” She swallowed so the simple fact wouldn’t choke her up. Charlotte gave herself another second before saying, “It was preventable. Not just that night, but the kind of behavior that led him to think it was okay to get behind a wheel of a
“Cold,” she said.
Adam glanced up at the back of the couch where the sheet had fallen. He tucked them in, their bared skin keeping the warmth between them under the light material. She crooked her face into his neck, and soon she was asleep again. Except this time, as the slow music continued to fill the silence, he followed her into a deep slumber.
*****
With the sun high in the sky, Charlotte demanded a shower, alone. Not that she somehow felt modest after their night of lovemaking and dancing naked… Or that she wasn't tempted to see what he could do while they were both wet and slippery from soap—that was probably on her bucket list, and she didn't even have one.
She couldn't think when Adam was right there, being the best kind of distraction. Charlotte needed to think. Too much was happening in such a short amount of time. There was no guide to what they were doing. No way she could have a contingency plan to the contingency plan.
She stepped from under the spray of the shower and twisted the ends of her hair to rid it of the excess water. At some point, though, she had to get out and face him again and somehow hold on to rational thought since this wasn't a long-term deal. He hadn't said as much, but did it really need to be stated? He'd breached his contract or even broke his word that he'd stay on the straight and narrow for a year. He'd made it six months. Would their relationship even last that long?
Goodness, she wished she could get caught up in the fun, wild side of this affair, but not thinking about the consequences is why she had a missing piece of her heart. Her brother never considered the repercussions of his actions.
Adam was a smart man. He had to have considered what this affair meant for his career if they got caught. She hated to think of herself as some kind of balm for his wild nature, and she wouldn't know unless she pressed him for the truth. And she couldn't do that if she hid in the shower all afternoon.
Charlotte shut off the water, got dressed, and went to get answers to the questions her time alone had sifted to the surface.
She found him on his patio, his feet propped on the steel fencing. A tinge of sea filled the air, but she picked up his masculine scent. As always, her stomach did a little flip until she caught sight of his profile. The stark, tense expression on his face forced her to slow her step. He tilted his head in her direction. After a quick inspection of her face, he raised a brow as though he knew she had a million questions and doubts.
Charlotte hated that he could see through her so easily.
“Who was it?” he asked.
She blinked at the abrupt question. “What?”
“You volunteer at what amounts to a troubled program for boys. Who was your troubled boy?”
Maybe if he hadn't offered his hand for her to come to him, her back would have stiffened at the probing question. Still, she sat in the patio chair far away from him. His touch made everything else dim, and nothing but his hands on her became important.
“My brother, Lance,” she answered without hesitation.
No point in trying to hide the truth. Adam was much smarter than he let on. He’d told her he was a bad boy, and she was going to believe him, but that didn't stop her from seeing his intelligence, his kindness, and his wicked sense of humor. At some point, she'd have to decide which trait was most important or damning.
He glanced back at the bay and cursed softly. “What happened?”
“Drunk driving. He died.” She swallowed so the simple fact wouldn’t choke her up. Charlotte gave herself another second before saying, “It was preventable. Not just that night, but the kind of behavior that led him to think it was okay to get behind a wheel of a
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