Chapter 34

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Where are my clothes?” he said, eyes darting around the room.

“Drying in the kitchen. You don’t have to leave,” he said and immediately looked away. He got to his feet and lifted the tray. “I have plenty of rooms if you would like to stay the night. The weather is atrocious.”

“That is very kind of you.”

No, it’s not. Charles ran a hand around the back of his neck and searched for something to say. “It’s Christmas. The season of goodwill.” He sighed inwardly.

“Christmas day?” the man asked with a frown.