Chapter 8
Charles’s neck felt tight in his shirt collar as they made their way inside the house just before a lightning storm crackled across the sky.
Sandi’s gaze at him, like she cared only about him, made his shoulders rigid.
He was the wrong man for her. The kiss outside had been amazing but wrong.
A good man would send her packing, right now.
He never should have kissed her again.
But then, Charles knew without a doubt he wasn’t a good man. He’d never once been accused of being one.
As the rain pelted against the glass doors behind them, he flipped the light on and Sandi was transfixed by the chandelier.
This was part of a huge room where the previous owners must have thrown lavish parties once.
She hugged her chest as if amazed and twirled back toward him. “This house is tru
