He could almost hear the rolling of her eyes. “Your brother’s girlfriend. Does she know what he is?”
“Yeah. Poor girl has to deal with that and his ugly mug.”
“Could I maybe talk to her?”
Bolting up, he nodded. “Yeah. Of course. I’ll text you her number.”
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she said softly. “I just…it doesn’t mean anything, Bo.”
Closing his eyes, he fell back onto his mattress. “If all talking to Charlotte does is erase that fear on your face when you look at me, I’ll gladly take it. Night, Sage.”
“Night, Bo.”