Page 46 of Charlie Beck Says I'm His

“What are you doing here?” she asked. Shannon didn’t seem as petrified to see Blake as Blake was to see her.

“Uh, well, I work for Wilder and Charlie,” Blake explained.

“With,” Wilder corrected. “He works with us.”

“And you’re Missy’s doctor?” he asked.

Shannon nodded. “Uh, yeah. I am.”

Shelby raised her hand. “Hold up. I’m going to need both of you to pause and tell us just how you two know each other before we let this reunion continue.”

Blake motioned to Shannon. “I’ll let you tell the story.”

Shannon laughed and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Uh, well, I don’t think there is a story to tell, but I went to college with Blake’s older brother. Blake came to visit a few times, and we hung out when he was there.”

“Small world,” Shelby drawled.

I clapped my hands together. “Who wants cake?” I called. “It’s pink and blue because I didn’t know what to tell the bakery.”

“Uh, and I made lasagna!” Shelby exclaimed.

“Weed lasagna?” Wilder asked.

Shelby slapped his shoulder. “Stop saying that. People are going to start believing you when you say that.”

Wilder swung her into his arms and carried her into the kitchen.

Blake and Shannon followed them into the kitchen, and I leaned into Charlie.

“Am I the only one who thinks there is more to those two than Shannon going to college with his brother?”

Charlie pressed a kiss to my lips. “Yeah, sweetheart, but from the way Blake looked like he was going to pass out, I think he’s more affected by it than Shannon is.”

I looped my arms around his neck and sighed. “This is where I appreciate the fact I’ve got you, and I don’t need to date or worry about lame boys from my past.”

“You’ve got lame boys from your past?” Charlie laughed. “Am I going to have to beat them up if they start popping up?”

I shook my head and smiled. “All I am going to have to tell them is Charlie Beck says I’m his.”

A smug smile spread across his lips. “Damn straight, sweetheart. You’ll always be mine.”

Chapter Eighteen

Charlie

“You wondering what the hell is going on?”

I finished my beer and tossed the bottle in the garbage. “Blake and Shannon?” I asked Wilder.

Wilder nodded toward the front porch. “Yeah, man. Shelby’s mind is running a mile a minute trying to figure out what happened between those two.”

“Small world with those two meeting up in Adams,” I pointed out. Adams was a small town that no one really came to. The fact Shannon and Blake knew each other before coming here had odds of one in a million happening.

“Yeah,” Wilder agreed. “Adams seems to be the town to reunite people.”

“That it is.”

Missy and Shelby wandered in from the front porch with Blake behind them.

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