Charlie’s doped-up gaze flickered to my face, and a smile touched his lips. “Dad doesn’t like it when I swear,” he slurred. “But I’m twenty-nine. I’m not a child. I can do what I want.” I glanced over Charlie’s shoulder where Archie and Sofia continued to spy on our conversation. “He’s at the door, you know?” Charlie’s eyes blew wide. “Oh no.” He bit his lower lip, and it was quite possibly the most endearing thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t contain my laugh, and a second later, Charlie was laughing too. It was soft and light, but it was there.
