From The Grey House:
She laughed. “Charlie. God this is so strange, and really, taking care of my house? I never thought anyone would.”
He looked into her eyes. There was nothing but sincerity in his words. “I love you, Nat. I’ll always help take care of you.”
She almost went to him, to embrace him, to cry in his arms, but stopped. Memories of the past surfaced and made her inhale sharply. “The last time we were here together…”
“It would be awesome if you didn’t remind me of that.” He sounded hurt.
