I'm at the new build cabin on Foxfield when Charlie's lime green Jeep pulls up.

“Is that Charlotte Rose?” George asks, squinting his eyes.

I see now why he mismeasured the beams, the man needs his eyes examined.

“That's her Jeep.”

Charlie walks up the plywood ramp with yoga pants and a sports bra on and a jacket over top that needs to be fucking zipped up. Her hair is pulled up in a high bun, the curls anything but tame.

“Hey, boys,” she greets the workers and all saws and machinery halt as they watch her walk into what will be the kitchen once the special order granite comes in.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, grabbing a hold of her elbow and escorting her into the future game room.

“Oh, this looks nice.” She ignores my hand and admires the room that's half finished.

“Charlie?”

“You should put a pool table here.” She stretches her arms out, giving me a full view of her double D’s she’s somehow managed to shove into that sports bra.

“I'm planning on it. Again, what are you doing here?”

She looks over at me with a sweet smile. “I brought you lunch. I was in Wet Rock for a conference this morning and thought I'd stop by on my way back.”

This is what she wears to a conference? Somehow I think that first part was a lie. “Thank you.” I take the cooler from her outstretched hands. “But you can't be here.”

“Do I need a hardhat?” she asks, her eyes still perusing her surroundings.

“No. It's not that, it's just.”

“Garrett,” George calls into the room like he's afraid to see something he shouldn't. My dick might want to lift Charlie to the wall and pull down those yoga pants but I’m not a complete idiot. I’m not Dane.

“What's up, George?” I call out.

“The boys are going to take a lunch and give you some time.”

I hadn't even noticed the machinery never turned back on. All I hear are footsteps out the front door and the sound of truck engines starting.

“Great, there goes three hours they should be working on the house.” I shake my head.

“They didn't have to leave on account of me. I just thought you work so hard, you'd appreciate a good lunch.”

“I think you're laying this sweet girlfriend thing on a little thick, don't you?”

She tilts her head to her shoulder, exposing the side of her neck. The impulse to lean forward and run my tongue from her collarbone to her earlobe burns inside me.

“Girlfriend?” she questions.

“You get what I mean.”

“I don't think I do.” She unhooks her hair from the ponytail band and shakes her hair out so the spirals lay across her shoulders.

Christ. I want it wrapped around my fist as my cock pushes into her mouth.

“Why are you really here, Charlie?” I sit down and open the cooler, finding two roast beef sandwiches, chips, and grapes.

“I already told you, to feed you.”

I roll my eyes and she giggles, taking off her jacket.

“You're going to get cold if you take that off.” I can't help but admire her taut stomach and smooth skin. And the way her waist curves in just above her hips.

“You could warm me up.” She wraps her arms around herself, which only means her tits are smashed together and pressed higher up on her chest.

“Fuck, stop it.”

She smiles and licks her lips. “What are you thinking about, Garrett?”

My eyes roam up and down her body and my dick twitches in my pants, pleading with me to let him come out and play.

“Nothing. Here.” I hand her a sandwich. “Eat with me.”

“I already ate, that's all for you so you can keep up your energy.”

“Energy for?” I take a bite of the sandwich surprised to find she put horseradish in it.

How does she know so much about me?

“If you can’t guess than we have a problem.”

I exhale a loud sigh. “I told you it can't happen again. Especially with your brother back in town.”

She waves me off. “Don't put yourself too high on that pedestal, I meant to finish this construction job.”

“Oh.”

She sits down on a paint bucket and crosses her legs.

“So, I'm here on another mission. The first boy and girl dance is coming up at the middle school.”

“And?”

“I think Sydney would want to go, so, I'm here to offer my help.”

“She won't be going.” I bite into the second sandwich.

“Yes, she will.”

I cock my head to stare at her for a moment until she realizes how serious I am. “No. She won't.”

“She wants to go, Garrett.” She stands up and places her hands on her hips. “I'll be over before five on Friday to take her dress shopping.”

I let my shoulders droop and shake my head. “She's not going,” I repeat.

Charlie pats me on the shoulder a serene smile on her face before she starts walking to the doorway.

“Where are you going?” I ask. “I thought we were having lunch.”

“Huh.” She stops and places her finger to her lips. “I don't remember you asking me to have lunch with you, but if you want a date all you have to do is ask.”

Then she turns and walks out of the room. A second later her Jeep's ignition turns over and she drives away.

The woman is crazy. Seriously, certifiable.