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This time, his phone rang.

“Goddammit.”

Reaching back into his pocket, he took it out and, without looking at it, tossed it onto her bed.

“You’re full of surprises, Charlotte Harris,” he said just before crashing his lips to hers once again.

She could have said the same.

Charlotte was under no illusions Torr was anything but the carefree playboy she knew him to be. It was just . . . right now, she didn’t care.

The world had been turned on its head in the last twenty-four hours. She might as well turn with it.

His phone. Again.

With another curse, Torr pulled back to grab the offender.

“My sister.”

“Take it.” She waved a hand at him. “It must be important.”

“It better be,” he muttered, answering.

Torr didn’t even say hello before pausing to listen. The intense look in his eyes told her something was wrong.

“I’ll be right there.”

He hung up without saying another word, then looked at Charlotte with softer eyes. “I’m so sorry. I would never leave like this if it weren’t an emergency.” He stooped as he said it, gathering their shirts.

“Is everything all right?” she asked as they both righted their clothing.

He was already putting his phone back in his pocket and reaching for her. This kiss wasn’t full of need, demanding a response. It was quick but full of promise, and over much too soon.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. But I’ll call you later, if I can.”

He wasn’t going to say anything more, and for some reason, she bristled at that fact. How much more didn’t she know about the Derricksons and Morleys? But it was obviously a family matter and none of her business.

“Sounds good.”

With a tight smile that she knew had everything to do with the situation and nothing to do with any displeasure on her part, Torr walked from her bedroom. She heard the front door open and close.

That had been an abrupt end to . . . to what? What had just happened?

You completely lost yourself in him. That’s what happened.

Even worse?

Charlotte knew she would do it again.