AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Before I could respond, the door opened.
There stood a man with thinned, messy blond hair.
An aged, chiseled jaw.
Bright blue eyes.
Wearing an unbuttoned, thin flannel-style shirt with a white t-shirt under that.
I instantly pictured him as a young man, surfing, breaking hearts with his moves and his eyes.
Oh… Gram…
“Can I help you?”
“Are you… Charles?” I asked.
“That depends on who’s asking,” he said.
“Are you the guy who was banging Hazel’s grandmother?” Atlas asked.
I gasped.
Charles’s eyes went wide.
He looked at Atlas.
Then he looked at me.
Then he smiled.
He suddenly recognized me.
“I’m sorry about him,” I said to Charles, referring to Atlas.
“What?” Atlas asked. “I had to break the ice.”
Charles reached for me. “You must be Hazel. And to answer the question…”
Charles laughed for a second.
Then he smiled.
“Yes… I am the guy who was banging your grandmother.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
ATLAS
The ice was broken,Hazel blushed at what Charles said, and we were suddenly inside a beautiful yet old beach house.
The place had a vibe to it.
The smell of old wood and fresh ocean.
The beach breeze lingering in the air.
Every window was open with thin curtains dancing and reaching toward us from the breeze.
