“I’ve never slept in a tree house.” Charlie flashes me a mischievous green-eyed grin. “You’re welcome to sleep in mine anytime, Alice Everly.” Alice Everly. Alice Everly. Alice Everly. Flirting—it’s the distraction I need. “With or without your company?” Charlie’s smile turns dangerous as he leans into me. I shiver at the feel of his lips grazing my ear. My heart beats harder, faster, louder. “I told you I sleep naked.” I can tell from the wry arch of his brow and the way his eyes dance that it’s a dare. “I’ll come by at dusk,” I say. “You can see what I sleep in.”
