Both of them stare at me.
I spread my hands. “That’s it.”
Charli leans back slowly. “So, he didn’t say he’d call?”
“Nope.”
“Text?”
I shake my head.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
Shelby and Charli exchange a look.
The kind sisters share when they’re thinking something they’re not saying out loud.
“It’s fine,” I say quickly.
They both look back at me.
“I’m a big girl,” I continue. “I’ve had one-night stands before.”
Charli raises an eyebrow. “You have?”
“Not a lot,” I admit. “But, yes, I have.” I pick up my sandwich again. “It’ll be like nothing happened when I see him on Tuesday.”
Shelby nods slowly. “Sure.”
Charli nods too. “Absolutely.”
But then they glance at each other again.
That same look.
“What?” I demand.
Charli takes a sip of coffee before answering, “You may think that. But the way Porter Garrison was looking at you last night?” She shakes her head. “I doubt it.”
I roll my eyes. “You were imagining things.”
Shelby laughs. “Harleigh.”
“What?”
“That man looked at you like you were a steak and he hadn’t eaten in days.”
Charli nods. “And that was before the shots.”
I feel warmth creep up my neck. “He’s a man. And wasn’t exactly being subtle.”
“Maybe,” Charli says. “But I’m telling you.” She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. “He did not look like a man who was just looking to get laid.”
The memory of the way Porter looked at me in that cabin this morning slips into my mind.
Soft.
