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My eyes widened.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“It’s fine.” I smiled. “I tried. That’s all I can do.” I winked. “There’s something else I need to discuss with you after Eloise goes to bed.”
“Okay. Is it a glass of wine talk?”
“Yeah. I think so.” I walked out of the kitchen.
After we tucked Eloise in for the night, we headed to the living room. Walking over to the bar, I poured Charlotte a glass of wine and myself a scotch.
“What do you want to discuss?” she asked as I handed her the wine glass.
“About last night,” I said, sitting beside her on the couch.
“What about it?” Her beautiful eyes stared into mine.
“It was a mistake. I crossed a line, and I shouldn’t have. I need you to know that it can’t happen again.”
“Listen, Ashton. I know we crossed a line, but I wouldn’t say it was a mistake. We’re both adults who needed a release. It happened last night, which is the past now, and that’s where it needs to stay.”
My brows furrowed. “You’re not upset?”
“No.” She laughed. “Why would I be? You’re not the first guy I’ve slept with that I shouldn’t have, and I’m sure you won’t be the last.”
Why did her statement send a shooting pain through my heart?
“Okay. I just want to make sure that we’re cool.”
“We are so cool. We’re the coolest two people in Manhattan.” She grinned.
“We are, aren’t we?” I smiled.
“Definitely.”
“What time do you want to leave tomorrow?”
“Eight a.m. I want to get there early before it gets overly crowded and people pick all the good pumpkins.”
“I’m not sure people are rushing out to pick pumpkins already. You do know they rot pretty fast, right? You don’t think it’s too early to pick them?”
“I’ll curate them so they don’t rot before Halloween.”
“Never heard of that. How do you do that?”
“In a bleach soak.”
“Yeah, okay. Be careful with that and don’t do it in the house.”
“I won’t.” She smiled. “Anyway, I’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.”
“Good night, Charlotte.”
I finished my drink and placed my hands behind my head. I never thought I would be going to a farm to pick apples and pumpkins, but here we were.
Chapter Seventeen
Charlotte
