Page 68 of The Pink House

He was right about both. “I didn’t even know this lot existed.”

“The city put in a number of these public lots several years back. I was on one of the committees that studied the issue.”

She cut the engine, then shifted in her seat to face him. “I didn’t know you were into city planning.”

“I was a community representative.” He shrugged. “I don’t have any education in city planning, if that’s what you’re asking, but this town is my home. I care about the decisions made by those in command.”

“When we lived in Greensboro,” Hannah said as she exited the car, then fell into step beside Charlie, “I barely knew who the mayor was, let alone had any interest in where they put their parking lots.”

“I’m betting at that point you weren’t sure if you were staying.” Not waiting for her to answer, he continued. “Once you knew for sure that would be your home, and once you had more time, I bet you’d have paid more attention.”

Chowtown sat in the middle of the block. The outdoor seating area of the popular eatery sported several open tables.

Hannah caught the gleam in Charlie’s eyes as he took note of the empty tables.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked.

He grinned. “That food might be on the table quicker than we thought possible? I’m hopin’.”

It was an accurate prediction. They scored one of the outdoor tables, and the server, Niki, told them they were her first customers, as she’d just started her shift.

Immediately after they ordered, Niki reappeared with cups of steaming coffee as well as two complimentary bite-sized pieces of cinnamon roll.

Hannah gazed at the gooey rolls. “That could ruin my appetite.”

“Don’t eat one, then. More for me,” was Charlie’s response as he popped one into his mouth.

“Is it good?” Hannah leaned forward.

Charlie widened his eyes, then a devilish gleam sparked in them. He shook his head as he chewed.

But when he reached for her piece, she snatched it up. “No, you don’t, mister. I—”

“Charlie. Hi.”

The greeting came from the sidewalk.

When they both turned, the attractive brunette widened her smile to include Hannah. “This is a surprise.”

Charlie pushed to his feet, an easy smile on his face. “Ashleigh, it’s good to see you.”

“You told me you were doubling down on finalizing your latest design.”

He lifted his hands, let them drop, that easy smile never wavering. “A man has to eat.”

“Of course you do. I’m just—” The brunette stopped. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Hannah, this is Ashleigh Christopher. Ashleigh teaches history at Westgate.”

Ashleigh nodded, her curious gaze now firmly fixed on Hannah.

“Ashleigh, this is Hannah Danbury. Hannah is—”

“I remember you mentioning her. The wife of your best friend.”

“Actually, the widow of his best friend.” Feeling at a disadvantage with the other two standing, Hannah pulled to her feet. She extended a hand, which Ashleigh shook. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Good to meet you.” Ashleigh shot another glance in Charlie’s direction. “With school out, I have more free time. Give me a call if you want to get together.”

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