“I will be okay. The cold doesn’t bother me.”
“Humor me.” I wrapped a scarf around his neck.
His gaze, filled with innocent admiration, roamed over my face again. He was gaga for me. Literally.
Great. I sure know how to pick ’em.
He stepped out the back door and quickly disappeared into the dark night.
Maybe I shouldn’t have let him go. He didn’t even have a flashlight. But he hardly seemed to need it. A sudden sadness filled me at the sight of him leaving me. It felt wrong. But what did I know? My lady instincts were clearly way off base. I hadn’t even known this man a day and yet I felt like I was losing something important.
Focus on the facts, Anna.
He was going outside to talk to my llama. He said he can read my mind. And the way he speaks? He’s been off since he arrived.Focus on the facts.
I sighed and walked back to the living room to clean up the unused hot cocoa mugs.
My gaze fell back on the tree, lit up like a beacon in the darkness of the night. My sweet, gentle, crazy man.
I straightened up when there was a knock at the front door. I glanced toward the back door. There was no way he could have made it back already . . .
I grabbed the fire poker and stepped softly to the peephole to look out.
“Sunova . . .” I mumbled to myself. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” All of this was probably Charlie’s fault for breaking my brain and leaving me vulnerable tonight. Logically, I knew I was grasping at straws. But I was not in the mood for reason. I was in the mood to blame someone for this pain I felt, and somehow it made sense to blame Charlie.
Ha! Take that, logic!
