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The thought hung on like a bad headache, and Charlies arms went around her middle, as though the pain was centered there. It wasnt. The pain was higher and squeezed around the region of her heart like a cruel fist.
She wondered during one brief moment of near insanity what Sean would do if she went back into the house and told him she was in love with him. He might go down on his knee and declare his own love and then take her in his arms. After all, he did care some; she was sure of that. And then she knew it would never happen.
Hed laugh in your face, Charlie, and you know it.
Sean was so surprised to hear his wifes voice that it halted his progress through the back door. He had stayed in the house until he could no longer stand it. It had never occurred to him that she wasnt alone in the livery. Maybe someone was trying to hurt her. It was this thought that propelled him forward, his face a mask of worry.
Charlotte? Sean blurted as soon as he spotted her in one of the stalls, instantly feeling contrite over the way he had startled her.
Charlie had come away from the wall of the stall where she was leaning and was now kneeling on the ground. She frowned when she realized she hadnt brought her gun. After all, it could have been anyone.
Sean didnt like that frown, but he came forward anyway. Charlie watched as he lowered himself to the ground and leaned against the wall of the stall, as she had been doing. He just stared at her as she sat back on her heels, her knees just inches from his outstretched legs. The window above them lit the stall, casting a soft light around Charlies red hair.
I hope that frown isnt for me.
Its not, Charlie answered and then looked away, knowing no matter how kind he was, she mustnt let herself get more attached to this man than she already was.
Are you all right?
Why wouldnt I be all right? Charlies tone was suspicious.
Since youre the one whos been crying, youll need to tell me. Seans voice was soft, and Charlie turned her head slowly back to look at him. Her look was filled with surprise, and Sean had to speculate for only a moment on what she might be thinking.
How did you know Id been crying?
Sean smiled; he couldnt help it. Charlotte. Again his voice was very low. Havent you ever looked in the mirror after youve cried? Sean raised one finger and tenderly touched one corner of Charlies red-rimmed eyes.
The act was too much for the confused redhead. Her eyes filled with tears once again and before she could even draw a breath, Sean gathered her to himself.