Charlie tilts toward me with a wolfish grin. “Are you blushing?” “It’s sunburn.” I let go of his hand and step back. A delighted bellow bursts from his chest. “You tell yourself that, Red.” And there it is. Red. The reality check is impeccably timed. I let out a growl, growing an even deeper shade of crimson. “I told you not to call me that,” I snap. “You’re cute when you’re mad.” Charlie reaches out, flicking the brim of my hat. I stare at him, stunned. “What’s wrong with you?” “Far too many things to list.” He’s smiling—impervious to my irritation or simply enjoying it.
