Category: Anne Mallory

Anne Mallory

What was best for Charlotte? The answer was obvious. And for once he needed to overcome his selfish desires. “Go home, Charlotte.” “So thats it?” She straightened, her lovely pride stiffening her frame. “You are finished with me? Finally?” He discarded the glass and moved so quickly across the room, around the furniture, that he saw the surprise that she couldnt hide. “No.” He touched her chin, made her meet his eyes. “I would never be finished with you, Charlotte” Something far more contorted than simple confusion graced her face. “Roman.” And her voice was soft, questioning. “Do you think you might come to love me? If you werent …giving…me back? Someday? Just a little?” He was frozen. Absolutely frozen. He couldnt speak a word. She lifted her chin a notch and pressed a soft kiss to his lips at his nonresponse. And still he remained frozen. He saw her walk to the door and grab Bills arm. Heard their footsteps filing down the hall. Leaving. Leaving. Never hearing his whisper that he already did.