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.