Clean and pink and still charmingly naked, Charlotte reappears from the bathroom. Her eyes pass between us, then slit. “What were you talking about?”
With my best ‘dressing-to-talk-to-the-vicar’ voice, I reply, “Nothing much. Just what we might do for the rest of the day. Michael was suggesting a walk down by the lake, and a picnic perhaps.”
With a stretch and a yawn like a cat, “Oh…. Sounds great.”
“Dare I ask how much sleep the two of you got last night?”
She covers her mouth with her hand, eyes dancing green. “Er, not a lot.”
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Chapter Twenty-Four - The ‘Facility’
“Everything in place?” Michael leans back against the wall, arms folded, watching as I fill the racks, shelves, cupboards and drawers he so carefully built.
“Almost.”
“Where is she?”
“Upstairs, lost in a good boo
