Page 22 of Sweet Redemption
Charlie pulled away from me, head down—arms folded across her middle, she paced. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Did she want to go? Or was she trying to come up with a way to let me down gently. She was like that. Nice and courteous and sweet. So sweet.Maybe too sweet for me.
I reached out and stopped her. “Charlie. Please answer me.”
“For how long?” There was worry and trepidation in her voice.
“We’ll stay there for three days—four at max… Say you’ll go, Charlie.”
“Are you sure you want me to?”
I leaned in and kissed her gently. “I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t want you to come.”
She took a breath and asked, “How would I get home?” She smiled with that question.
I smiled back. “I’ll drive you home.”
She contemplated for only a second before she answered. “Okay. I’ll go.”
“And the library?” I couldn’t help but ask, knowing she loved that place.
“No one comes in anyway. Closing for a few days won’t hurt anyone.”
I wrapped an arm around her waist, drew her in and kissed her hard, absorbing her goodness, and then ordered, “Get packing, woman. Quick.”
