Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

The journey back to Flowerbed Residence was smooth and the car traveled swiftly toward their destination. Inside the cabin, the only sound that bounced off the windows was Shane's rhythmic typing on his keyboard. A car ride was not an excuse for him to put aside work-related matters.

However, it was the fact that he had his head buried in his laptop that gradually loosened Charlotte up.

She had expected Shane to start bombarding her with questions she could not explain like he had the last time around.

However, Shane was visibly too preoccupied with work to speak to her at all.

Clearly, she was overthinking things.

Despite her efforts to tear her eyes off of him, Charlotte kept catching herself staring at Shane.

His Roman nose paired with his thin lips gave the illusion that his face was deftly sculpted to exude the exclusive allure he had.

Her gaze then dropped to the set of long, slender fingers tapping diligently against the keyboard.

"You play the piano, don't you?" Charlotte blurted without so much as a second thought.

Once the words left her lips, she instantly clasped her hand over her mouth and she could feel her face heat up.

Peeping at him was one thing, but why did she expose herself?

her question, Shane glanced over at her. However, that was all there was to it. Almost immediately, he retracted his gaze and resumed clicking away on his keyboard. It was as if nothing had

cheeks quelled by half. However, she could still feel her

a desperate attempt to prevent a similar occurrence, she had no

when the tedious trip finally came

district. Cole, who was

we're here,"

nod and shut his laptop. He turned to look at the mother-daughter

silence in the cabin was interspersed

comforting sounds of their paced breathing seemed to soothe Shane's furrowed eyebrows,

period, Charlotte stirred

pins and needles in

It took her a few seconds to recover from her daze and she

where she had

Charlotte swung open the door and alighted the car. Just as she was about to yell for Sheryl at the top of

worry coating every inch of her face. She chastised with a hint

you were too tired and we should let you rest

stood up obediently and took Charlotte's hand on

tone of voice prodded Charlotte's heart and, in no

She found herself staring right into those deep,