Page 79 of The Best Laid Plans


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“Is it?”

When did my voice drop an octave?

She inhaled quickly. “Actually, when you come back, I have a proposal for you.” She said it so fast, on a rushed exhale, that I almost missed it.

“You have a ... what?”

She groaned. “Never mind.”

I smiled. “What’s the proposal about?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“So ... what do you think about that painting they’re looking at?”

“Charlotte,” I said silkily, “you can’t change the subject.”

“Daphne and Richard might buy chickens. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Fine. Don’t tell me what it is.” I wedged a hand behind my head, relishing the quick buzz of attraction as it zipped between us. “I’ll figure it out.”

She snorted. “Highly unlikely.”

I’d missed this, all right. And if I dared allow my admission to go a step further, I’d missed her too.

“I’ll be back soon,” I told her.

She let out a shaky breath. “Because of what I said?”

“Just want to check on my investment,” I told her.

That seemed to satisfy her.

“Did you decide what you’re going to do with it yet?” she asked.

I smiled. She’d ask me that question until the day they handed over the keys.

“No,” I told her.

I hadn’t decided what to do with her either.

Despite that, I booked a flight back to Michigan less than ten minutes after we hung up.

Chapter Eighteen

BURKE

No one was watching for my arrival when I pulled the rental car to a stop in front of the carriage house. Probably because I hadn’t told anyone I was coming.

Chances were high that Charlotte wasn’t even there, given it was a beautiful summer night, but it was a risk I was willing to take, simply because I wanted to see how she’d react when she didn’t know I was set to arrive.

It was so much lighter in the evenings now, something I hadn’t remembered about my time in Michigan, and it was bizarre to walk into the carriage house at 9:00 p.m. with daylight still streaming through the windows.

“Honey, I’m home,” I called out.

Silence.

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