shit,” Lindsey muttered.
Jaime Lynn whispered, and she turned to face her sister. “Well, ain’t that some
shit?” Jaime Lynn chuckled.
Mae cleared her throat. “What?”
nodded toward Carter. “When did that happen?”
Carter,” Jaime Lynn said, directing a “don’t try to bullshit me” expression at
nothing between Carter and me,” she said and didn’t miss the twinge she felt
under her breastbone at the words.
something is definitely going on
between you and Carter,” Sofia said softly.
doing his job.” Charlotte Mae swallowed thickly past the bitter words.
is not just doing his job,” Lindsey whispered.
looked over Charlotte Mae’s shoulder. “He hasn’t stopped watching you since the
moment he came inside. And we won’t even mention the way he took care of you
Mae shifted in her seat and clenched her teeth. “His job is to watch me. He’s trying to keep me safe because it’s his job.”
grabbed Charlotte Mae’s hand from the bar top and cocked her head to the side.
She studied Charlotte Mae for a few moments then leaned in as close as she
could with the bar separating them. “You know it’s okay, right? It’s going to
you talking about?” Charlotte Mae asked, annoyed to be having this
on each side of her sighed.
would want you to be happy,” Sofia whispered.
Mae stiffened. “Nothing is happening!” She glared at her sister. “Can we drop
it now, please?”
sighed, and sympathy flashed in her eyes. “Okay, honey, we’ll drop it.”
a thank you and relaxed when Jaime Lynn turned the topic to Kayla, Jesse’s
daughter. Charlotte Mae glanced at the group of men chatting and noted Carter’s
brows pulled together. She offered him a small smile, and the crease on his
forehead vanished. She hoped their voices hadn’t carried in the empty bar.
Setting aside the worry, she returned her attention to her friends, happy to
have them around.
Mae enjoyed being with them and listening to the things she’d missed. Not that
she’d gone to St. Fleur often, but when she did, she loved spending time with
her sister and friends. They were good people.
know why reminding them she was only a job for Carter had upset her so much.
Nothing could come of their time together. He only saw her as a woman who’d
gotten herself in an awful predicament. Plus, allowing any emotions for the
sexy man to form felt like a betrayal to Chase. It wasn’t logical, she knew
that. Chase was gone, and she was alive. But… shouldn’t she be grieving? How
much time needed to pass before she “moved on”?
ever live in a world where she didn’t feel guilty? Why couldn’t she have met
Carter later? Each passing day included at least one fight between her mind and
heart. It was exhausting.