She nodded.
“When do you go?”
“Two weeks.”
“You’re supposed to give thirty days notice here,” he pointed out.
Charlotte shrugged. “Mrs. Morrison let me out of this month early. You know they need units, and they can rent it for a lot more than I’m paying.”
“Damn it!” Don snapped, and rose to his feet, setting his wine on the coffee table.
“Why are you so mad?”
“Shit, Charlie!” Don walked out her door without another word.
Charlotte shook her head in confusion. The only time she’d ever seen Don mad was when he’d picked her up at the hospital. It was a night she’d managed to put behind her, although, it was never forgotten. After an argument with her boyfriend, she’d been sideswiped by a fist in the face, and suffered a couple of bruised ribs and a broken wrist. He was a popular actor at the time…not as big as he was now, but he had a sense of entitlement even back then, and when she wouldn’t sleep with him, he became enraged.
One of his goons intervened and pulled him off her, while another scooped her up and drove her to the hospital. He’d stopped something much worse from happening, and she’d always be grateful. He’d slapped down a wad of cash on the emergency room counter, walked Charlotte to a chair, and then left. She never saw him again.
The doctor had set her break, bound her ribs, and loaded her up with heavy-duty painkillers. They wouldn’t let her leave without someone to drive her, so she’d been forced to call Don.
Her door opened again, pulling her from her memories, and Don leaned against it. “Sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I should have talked to you about everything before I made any decisions…I just…I don’t know…”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Don’t, Charlie. You don’t owe me an explanation. It’s your life. I guess I just don’t know what I’m going to do now.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Find a nice girl and settle down.”
“But I’ll always compare them to you.”
“What?”
“I love you, Charlie. I have since the day we met.”
She blinked back tears. “No, don’t say that.”
“Why not? If you’re leaving anyway, I at least need to tell you how I feel while I have the chance.”
“But you’ve dated like, a gazillion women,” she argued.
“I have. All of them a poor substitute for you.”
“Now I feel like an idiot.”
“Why?”
She let out a deep breath. “Because I never knew. Never even got an inkling.”
“Well, that was the point,” he said, crossing his arms. “If you’d been ready to reciprocate, I’d have been there to take advantage. But after…well, everything…I knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. And I wasn’t going to be the bastard who tried to convince you otherwise.”
She dropped her face in her hands. “Donnie, I’m so sorry.”
“Hey.” He gently pulled her arms down. “There’s nothing to apologize for. Seriously. If all we are is really good friends, I’ll deal.”
“Oh, great, thanks for ‘dealing,’” she droned.
“Poor choice of words.”
“Ya think?” she challenged.
He smiled. “Okay, enough of this unrequited love talk.”
“Oh, that’s so much better.”
He chuckled. “Anyway, I’ve got you for two more weeks. You are mine. Got it?”
“Will you help me pack?”
“Of course I’ll help you pack. It’s what the pathetic guy does when he’s in love with the hot girl next door.”
She smacked his arm. “You’re the most horrible person on earth.”
He laughed. “Which is why you won’t date me.”
“Donnie,” she said in exasperation.
“I’m kidding.” He gave her a quick hug.
She sighed. “I really am sorry if I hurt your feelings. That wasn’t my intention.”
“I know it wasn’t. Don’t worry about it.” He checked his watch. “I have to run right now, but seriously, let’s spend some time together before you go, okay?”
“I’d like that.”
After closing and locking the door behind Don, Charlotte spent the next two hours packing up a few things in her tiny apartment, glad her Toyota was an SUV, because it meant she didn’t have to tow a trailer. Sadly, everything she owned would more than likely fit in her car. For the moment, she set her boxes in the corner of her living room in anticipation of her move out date.
Tell me where you are and I’ll find you.
Charlotte jumped at the sound of the voice in her head. The voices kept coming. No, not voices…one voice. It had started on her twenty-fifth birthday, and it would come at the most inconvenient times. Like in the middle of an audition…usually when she was feeling the most nervous or stressed. The voice was sexy, deep, and very Scottish, something she’d always been a sucker for. What girl wasn’t? No one she knew, that was for darn sure. She flipped off the bedroom light and climbed into bed, hoping sleep would come quickly.
The following morning, she handed printed versions of her e-mail notice in to both her landlord and boss. She made the most of her time left with Don and then, two weeks later, she pulled out of the Disneyland staff parking lot and headed north. It took her almost two days, with a stop at a dive motel when she was in danger of falling asleep at the wheel, but she arrived home just after eleven p.m., grateful her mother was a night owl and sentimental. She had kept Charlotte’s room exactly as she’d left it. Falling into the familiar warmth of her childhood bed, she slept until after lunch the next day and then went about trying to reestablish her life in the Pacific Northwest.
CHAPTER TWO
Vancouver, Washington
Present Day
CHARLOTTE SIGHED AS she stared at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale—not unusual for her—but now her recent weight loss and lack of sleep caused her to appear gaunt, with dark rings under her eyes. She dabbed a little more concealer on in an effort to hide her exhaustion. She wasn’t dreading this date, necessarily, but it was her third in as many weeks, and the last two had not gone well.
“Charlotte,” her sister Vandi called through the bathroom door. “Hurry up. I have to go.”
“Use the bathroom downstairs, sissy,” Charlotte snapped. “Or Mom’s.”
“I don’t want to,” Vandi argued.
“Well, then you’re going to have to wait.”
“Charleeeee,” Vandi whined.
Returning home hadn’t quite been the respite Charlotte had been hoping for, unfortunately. She loved her mother and sister, but ever since her parents divorced twelve years ago, her mother had become a different person. Gone was the warm, loving woman of Charlotte’s childhood, replaced with a cheap imitation, complete with silicone lips and tight clothes, usually in some kind of animal print. Worse yet, Vandi was following in their mother’s footsteps.
Adding insult to injury, Grace had moved to Scotland and married Max, which was too far away for Charlotte to drive, and getting on a plane was never going to happen. Charlotte hadn’t been able to attend the wedding due to her fear of flying, and they weren’t able to get a Skipper connection working in order for her to join the festivities online, due to no cell service in the tiny church. Charlotte never got to meet the object of her fantasies or join her best friend on what was the best day of her life.
I feel your stress, lass.
Charlotte let out a quiet squeak and then took a deep breath. She refused to allow her mental breakdown to manifest itself in the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” Vandi called.
“Nothing.” Charlotte frowned. “Don’t you have something better to do than to stalk me?”
“Nope,” her sister retorted through the door.
“Seriously, Van, go use one of the other bathrooms.”
“I did already.”
Charlo
tte refrained from banging her head against the wall. She opened the door so she didn’t have to yell through it.
Vandi leaned against the doorframe and smiled. “Where are you going tonight?”
Charlotte added a little blush to her cheeks. “Out.”
“Duh,” Vandi retorted. “But where?”
“Teardrop.”
Charlotte was meeting the latest in a string of men she’d conversed with online in the Pearl District. This guy seemed a little less weird than the others, although why she was the one driving out of her way, she still wasn’t sure. She supposed she had to accept that chivalry was mostly dead, and being an independent, modern woman meant she was expected to act like one. Besides, Portland people thought driving into Vancouver required the same amount of effort as flying to the moon.
Vandi let out a snort of derision. “The guy’s not taking you to dinner? What a loser.”
Charlotte glared at her sister in the mirror. Vandi wore tight yoga pants and a leopard-print cami, half-shirt. Her dark blonde hair was pulled into a side braid that trailed across her chest, drawing attention to the push-up bra making her appear bustier than she was. She looked older than her sixteen years and that worried Charlotte no end.
“Well?” Vandi pressed.
“What?”
“Why isn’t he taking you to dinner?”
“Because I didn’t want to commit to a dinner,” Charlotte explained. “If I like him, we can set up another date. If I don’t, I only have to have a drink or two and leave.”
“Oh. Good thinking,” Vandi mused. “What about church? Isn’t your church like super big? Why don’t you date someone from there?”
“I don’t know,” Charlotte admitted. “I guess no one really catches my eye.”
“Why? Are they all good looking?” Vandi quipped.
Charlotte had a reputation of picking men who weren’t particularly handsome.
“Vandi,” she said with a groan.
Her sister grinned. “So you’re going to meet with weirdoes instead?”
Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut for a second. “Can’t I just ease back into life, Van, without the third degree? I haven’t even been back for very long.”
“I guess.” Vandi cocked her head. “You know, you could wear something a little sexier. Push the ta-tas up a little.”
“I know you don’t really understand the logic, Van, but”—Charlotte took a deep, calming breath—“I don’t want a guy who would want me just because I ‘push the ta-tas up.’ But thanks anyway.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“You’re sixteen!” Charlotte stared at her and shook her head. “You shouldn’t know either.”
“Whatever,” Vandi retorted. “Nikolai says I have the best body.”
“Wait, what?” Charlotte frowned. “Who’s Nikolai?”
“Oh, Charlie, he’s like the cutest guy on the planet. Blond with green eyes. He’s super tall and muscular, but not too big, you know? Just right.” She sighed. “I met him at one of the Skyview games. His cousin’s a cheerleader.”
“Does he go to school with you?”
Vandi snorted. “Um. No. He’s like twenty-two.”
“What?” Charlotte groaned. “You’re not dating him, are you? What does Mom say?”
“Mom says she wants to meet him and then she’ll make the call.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. What’s the big deal? Age is only a number anyway, and you know I’ve always hated kids my own age. They’re so immature. Nikolai and I have so much in common, and we just click, you know?”
Charlotte frowned. “I don’t like the sound of this guy, Van. Twenty-two-year-olds don’t go sniffing around high school girls unless they’re up to no good.”
“Please. He’s so nice, Charlie, you’ll totally laugh when you meet him. He’s not at all like that.”
“I worry that you’re going to get yourself into something you can’t get out of, and then where will you be?”
Vandi shrugged. “You only worry because you’re a prude. Maybe you should relax a bit and have a little fun. You’re way too uptight.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Charlotte glanced at her watch. “Crap.” She was late. “We can talk later, Van, I have to go.” Grabbing her purse and keys, Charlotte rushed out of the house and climbed into her car.
* * *
Sidling into the house two hours later, Charlotte locked up and headed to her room. She needed some Grace time. She grabbed her laptop, saw that Grace’s Skipper light was on, and put in a video call.
“Charlie?” Grace answered, but all Charlotte could see was Grace’s leg.
“Hey, Gary. Have I caught you at a bad time?”
“No…but hold on a sec,” Grace said. “No, babe, I don’t want to sing for the Queen of England.”
“Are you sure?” Max’s voice sounded in the background.
Grace snorted. “You’re not funny.”
Max walked over to where Grace was and leaned his face into the camera. “Hi, Charlotte.”
“Hi, Max,” she said.
He handed Grace a white envelope. She opened it and gasped. “You were serious? She wants us to sing?”
“Yes, love. Well, Will and Kate do anyway. Fallen Crown has been invited to perform, and they asked that you join us and sing our song. The rest of us will play later on in the evening for the younger group. It’s a great honor.”
“It’ll be something entirely different if I throw up all over her,” Grace countered. “Wait. Can I refuse the Queen of England?”
Max laughed. “You can refuse anyone you like, love.”
“We’ll talk later, baby. Someone more important than the queen is waiting.” Grace sat in front of the screen with a grin. “Hi, long-lost friend.”
“I’m more important than the queen, huh?”
“Of course you are. I love you like a fat kid loves chocolate.”
Charlotte laughed. “Aw, thanks, babe. That’s a lot.”
“I know. How was the date? It’s late there, huh?”
“Not too bad. About ten. You’re up early.”
Grace nodded. “We have a few things to do today, so we decided to get an early start.”
“That’s just weird.”
Grace laughed. “It is for you, I know…nine a.m. is too early for any of the Whitmores.”
“You know us so well.” Charlotte sighed. “To answer your question, the date was awful.”
“Ew, really? Was he hot?”
“Why does everyone keep asking that?”
“No reason, Chuck.” Grace grinned. “I’m sorry it sucked. Um…why are you doing online dating again?”
Charlotte sighed. “I’m not anymore. I’m done. I pulled my profile down. I have a semi-blind date with Lucy’s friend on Friday, and if I don’t like him, then I’m going to be content to be a spinster.”
“Okay, Miss Woodhouse.”
“Boys are stupid anyway.”
Grace laughed. “They certainly can be.”
“I can hear you,” Max called from off-screen.
“I know you can,” Grace retorted, and then turned back to Charlotte. “Tough question.”
“Uh-oh.”
Grace smiled. “What was your reasoning behind online dating in the first place?”
Charlotte shrugged, knowing where this conversation was going. “I wanted the option to choose, I guess.”
“Charlie, not all men are like Blake Harris. Or your uncle. They don’t all cheat.”
“Jury’s out on that,” she grumbled.
“There are men in this world who can’t cheat.”
Charlotte snorted. “Right. Looks like Max sold you some oceanfront property in Arizona.”
Grace giggled. “Well, I know for a fact he’d never cheat on me. And if on the off chance he did, no one would find his body. Not a hair, not a fiber…nothing.”
“And I’d help you cover your tracks.”
“Of cou
rse you would.” Grace tilted her head. “How’s Don?”
Charlotte shrugged. “Radio silence.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. We’ve texted a lot since I got here. At least once a day, but I haven’t heard from him in a week.”
“I’m sorry, Charlie. Do you think he just needs time to lick his wounds?”
“Maybe. I guess I thought we’d still be close. Silly me.”
Grace gave her a sympathetic smile. “How’s the auditioning going?”
“Meh,” Charlotte said. “I didn’t get the Grimm part.”
“Bummer, Batman. Did they say why?”
“Nope. They do want me to audition for a different part, though.” Charlotte smiled. “It’s bigger, so that’s a bonus.”
“That’s really cool. When?”
“Next week, I think,” Charlotte said. “What about you? How’s Scotland?”
“It’s actually amazing. Not that I’ve had the chance to see much of the country.”
“TMI, babe.”
Grace laughed. “Well, not just because of that, filthy gutter mind. Max’s property…ah, our property…is really secluded, and he has these magnificent horses that just have to be ridden, so we’re taking advantage of the clear weather while we can. I do have to go into Edinburgh to sort out my residency, but I’m waiting to find out when my appointment is.” She sighed. “Now if I could just get Niall to talk to Max, we’d be set.”
“They’re not speaking?”
“Not at the present time, no.”
“Uh-oh, what happened?”
“I can’t really go into detail, but let’s just say, Max did something out of somewhat pure motives”—Grace lowered her voice to a whisper—“but it meant he lied to Niall. I’m not sure Nye will get over it anytime soon.”
Charlotte nodded. “Lying’s pretty bad. Whatever the reason.”
“I know. But Max really did have a reason…it’s not like he wanted to lie.”
“You know, Niall’s pretty damn close to perfect, outside of the fact he’s far too good-looking and famous for me, but if he’s not talking to Max, I’m venturing a guess that Niall’s in the right.”
Grace snorted. “I wish I could say you don’t know him, but so far, Niall has proved to be nothing but amazing. Your assessment is pretty spot on. And on top of that, he’s super humble.”
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