forward in anticipation.
“Is Charlie Green your husband?”
It wasn’t the question she’d been expecting. Although, now that she thought about it, it was a reasonable question.
She smiled at him.
He waited for her answer.
She laughed softly. Surely he would figure it out.
Tyler Morgan leaned farther forward, as if he might read the answer in her eyes if he were only close enough.
That was when Charlotte realized she was sitting on his bed, her hip resting along his leg. She was leaning forward and he was leaning forward, until less than a foot separated her lips from his.
She should lean back.
She didn’t.
If he were a gentleman, he would lean back.
He wasn’t.
He inched closer, his mouth drawn into a firm line, his eyes heavy lidded.
Hmm, perhaps he did like her after all.
He certainly seemed to be thinking of kissing her.
She was definitely thinking of kissing him.
“Every time I mention Charlie Green, I’m met with a wall of silence,” he murmured.
“I can imagine,” she whispered.
“And every time I try to pry your identity from someone—”
“Let me guess,” she interrupted. “You’re met with the same wall of silence.”
He nodded.
“What do you suppose it means?”
“Damned if I know.” His gaze dropped to her mouth.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Charlotte asked him breathlessly.
“Shit.” Tyler Morgan lurched back. In his haste to escape her hovering, puckering lips, he slammed his head against the beautiful carved headboard. “Jesus H. Christ, lady! What’s wrong with you?”
Charlotte scrambled from the bed, her heart slamming in her chest. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? For heaven’s sake, there’s no need to carry on as if I’d surreptitiously fondled your genitalia while you were sleeping!”
Tyler’s mouth opened and closed but the only sound he seemed capable of making was a sort of gurgling wheeze.
“You looked as if you wanted to kiss me,” Charlotte finally said when it became apparent she’d rendered the man speechless.
He dropped his head into his hands, ran his long fingers through his hair and gave a sharp tug.
“My mistake,” she said with a shrug of one shoulder. “It’s not the first time, and likely it won’t be the last.”
His head snapped up.
“Never fear, Mr. Morgan, I won’t harry you for kisses again. Of that you can be certain.”
He only rubbed one hand down the back of his head and winced. He’d likely have a goose egg, and as far as she was concerned, he deserved one. A great big excruciatingly painful one.
He didn’t say anything, only continued to rub his head and stare at her with dark, unblinking eyes.
“Well, now that we’ve cleared that up, I’ll leave you to rest.” Charlotte turned to make a quick retreat.
“What did we clear up?” he barked.
“The fact that you don’t want to kiss me,” she answered as she breezed around the foot of the bed.
“Who the hell are you?” he growled.
“Goodness, I thought you’d figured it out,” she called as she crossed the threshold into the hall. “I’m Charlie Green.”
Chapter Seven
Just what the lady needs.
Jasper Heimlich
Ty made a valiant effort to pay attention to Sebastian’s chatter about the baby lamb that had been born during the night, but he just could not get the softly whispered words out of his mind.
Do you want to kiss me?
It had been a week since she’d asked the question that had sounded like an offer but couldn’t have been. A week during which Ty had rested in the little bedroom at the back of the house until he thought he might go stark-raving mad from boredom.
Sebastian Green had visited him every afternoon, spending hours at the foot of the bed, his angelic voice crisp and clear as he’d finished Robinson Crusoe and begun A Tale of Two Cities .
Akeem had visited him each morning to help him to the luxurious bathing room down the hall, patiently waiting while he bathed in water near to
“Is Charlie Green your husband?”
It wasn’t the question she’d been expecting. Although, now that she thought about it, it was a reasonable question.
She smiled at him.
He waited for her answer.
She laughed softly. Surely he would figure it out.
Tyler Morgan leaned farther forward, as if he might read the answer in her eyes if he were only close enough.
That was when Charlotte realized she was sitting on his bed, her hip resting along his leg. She was leaning forward and he was leaning forward, until less than a foot separated her lips from his.
She should lean back.
She didn’t.
If he were a gentleman, he would lean back.
He wasn’t.
He inched closer, his mouth drawn into a firm line, his eyes heavy lidded.
Hmm, perhaps he did like her after all.
He certainly seemed to be thinking of kissing her.
She was definitely thinking of kissing him.
“Every time I mention Charlie Green, I’m met with a wall of silence,” he murmured.
“I can imagine,” she whispered.
“And every time I try to pry your identity from someone—”
“Let me guess,” she interrupted. “You’re met with the same wall of silence.”
He nodded.
“What do you suppose it means?”
“Damned if I know.” His gaze dropped to her mouth.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Charlotte asked him breathlessly.
“Shit.” Tyler Morgan lurched back. In his haste to escape her hovering, puckering lips, he slammed his head against the beautiful carved headboard. “Jesus H. Christ, lady! What’s wrong with you?”
Charlotte scrambled from the bed, her heart slamming in her chest. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? For heaven’s sake, there’s no need to carry on as if I’d surreptitiously fondled your genitalia while you were sleeping!”
Tyler’s mouth opened and closed but the only sound he seemed capable of making was a sort of gurgling wheeze.
“You looked as if you wanted to kiss me,” Charlotte finally said when it became apparent she’d rendered the man speechless.
He dropped his head into his hands, ran his long fingers through his hair and gave a sharp tug.
“My mistake,” she said with a shrug of one shoulder. “It’s not the first time, and likely it won’t be the last.”
His head snapped up.
“Never fear, Mr. Morgan, I won’t harry you for kisses again. Of that you can be certain.”
He only rubbed one hand down the back of his head and winced. He’d likely have a goose egg, and as far as she was concerned, he deserved one. A great big excruciatingly painful one.
He didn’t say anything, only continued to rub his head and stare at her with dark, unblinking eyes.
“Well, now that we’ve cleared that up, I’ll leave you to rest.” Charlotte turned to make a quick retreat.
“What did we clear up?” he barked.
“The fact that you don’t want to kiss me,” she answered as she breezed around the foot of the bed.
“Who the hell are you?” he growled.
“Goodness, I thought you’d figured it out,” she called as she crossed the threshold into the hall. “I’m Charlie Green.”
Chapter Seven
Just what the lady needs.
Jasper Heimlich
Ty made a valiant effort to pay attention to Sebastian’s chatter about the baby lamb that had been born during the night, but he just could not get the softly whispered words out of his mind.
Do you want to kiss me?
It had been a week since she’d asked the question that had sounded like an offer but couldn’t have been. A week during which Ty had rested in the little bedroom at the back of the house until he thought he might go stark-raving mad from boredom.
Sebastian Green had visited him every afternoon, spending hours at the foot of the bed, his angelic voice crisp and clear as he’d finished Robinson Crusoe and begun A Tale of Two Cities .
Akeem had visited him each morning to help him to the luxurious bathing room down the hall, patiently waiting while he bathed in water near to
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