#Chapter 128: A Wedge of Doubt

I hugged Charles, pressing my cheek to his chest and drawing in a deep breath of his vetiver, letting it calm me before opening up the unpleasantness. While I had my arms around him, I stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear. “I have a lot to tell you, but not where we can be overheard.” He took a deep breath of me and kissed the top of my head. “I love the smell of you,” he whispered, then tipped his head away from me. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a shower,” he said loudly enough so that if anyone were listening, they would definitely hear him. “I guess I’ll join you,” I said, trying not to sound too awkward. And trying not to be too embarrassed at what I was implying. But this way, if either of the others came looking for us, they wouldn’t look too hard. I really hoped they weren’t interested in overhearing that sort of activity. Charles hung his coat on the rack and then headed for the bathroom, turning the water on. I crossed the main bedroom, and dropped my stuff