“Charlotte, keep your voice down, please.”
“Cara, mia,let’s take this into the house,” the guy said in a lightly accented voice. He put his hand on the blonde’s back.
“Tell me you didn’t do it,” Charli pleaded, ignoring him. “That this is just a fling?”
“Charlotte—”
“Never mind!” She wheeled away from them, and when she saw I was still there, she raced back to the truck.
“Charlotte, wait!” The blonde took a few steps after her. “Listen to me, please.”
But Charli opened the truck door and scrambled inside, shutting it with a slam. “Drive,” she begged. “Let’s go, please.”
Unshed tears glinted in her eyes. Everything in me wanted to pull her onto my lap and comfort her, even though I had no idea what the hell was going on.
She buckled up, keeping her head lowered.
I wanted to ask what was wrong, because whatever happened with the woman had hurt her, and that didn’t sit well with me. So I reeled it in.
Charli obviously needed time. Except the walls I didn’t care for were back up, higher than ever, shutting everyone out.
