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Small Town Celebrity Windy Lake Minnesota 04 Ruby Hill All Chapter
Small Town Celebrity Windy Lake Minnesota 04 Ruby Hill All Chapter
Small Town Celebrity Windy Lake Minnesota 04 Ruby Hill All Chapter
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
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1
“C harlotte?”
“That’s me.” Charlotte tried to step closer, but the line for
coffee had gotten bigger in the ten minutes she’d been
waiting.
The barista looked around the crowded space. “Charlotte? I’ve
got a tall oat milk latte for a Charlotte?”
Charlotte waved a hand frantically, just as another barista called
out someone else’s name to come collect their coffee order. As she
cried out, their voices merged in the air, and for some reason, the
barista didn’t seem to see her waving hand. Struggling to move
forward through the crowd, Charlotte let her shoulders slump, her
frustration mounting.
Just another day when no one really sees me.
“Excuse me, that’s my order.” It didn’t seem to make a difference
just how loudly she spoke, no one wanted to move out of her way. It
was like they didn’t even acknowledge that she was there. Angered,
Charlotte turned sideways and elbowed her way to the front—but
only to see the barista with her coffee order turn away to set it
down.
“Is that my oat milk latte?”
The barista didn’t see her, turning back to the crowd with
another takeaway paper cup. “Espresso macchiato for Julie. Julie?”
“That’s me.”
Charlotte waved one hand right in front of the barista’s face, and
she practically shoved the espresso macchiato in her face.
“No, sorry, I’m not Julie. I’m Charlotte.”
“That’s my coffee order.”
This is not worth all this effort. Trying to smile at the rather fierce
looking old lady who was glaring icy blue eyes in her direction,
Charlotte took a small step back. “Yes, I know. Sorry. I’m not trying
to take your order.”
“Espresso macchiato for Julie.”
“Thanks.” The lady reached up and took it from the barista,
flinging Charlotte another narrowed look before she turned away.
The barista was just about to go get the next order when Charlotte,
angry and frustrated, yelled at her.
“Oat milk latte!”
She turned back to her, frowning. “Ma’am, if you want to order,
then the line is over there.”
“I’ve already ordered!” Attempting to keep her voice steady,
Charlotte tightened both her hands into fists. “That oat milk latte
you set down is mine. I’m Charlotte.”
It took a second for the barista to realize what she meant.
Picking the drink up, she handed it to Charlotte without a word, but
the barista’s scowl said enough.
I’m not going to apologize. I’ve done nothing wrong.
The urge to tell the barista she was sorry and that she hadn’t
meant to almost scream at her bubbled to the surface, but Charlotte
turned away quickly so that she wouldn’t give in. It was a struggle
just to get out of the coffee shop door, and by the time she got
outside and actually managed to take a sip of her oat milk latte, it
was already a little cold.
Letting out a hiss of breath between her clenched teeth,
Charlotte filled her lungs with air and shook her head to herself.
You’d think I’d be used to people ignoring me by now.
She began to walk to her bookstore, still a little upset from the
whole encounter. She squinted against the hot August sun. And I
managed to forget my sunglasses.
The warm air and beautiful sunshine did nothing to improve her
mood. This morning had been pretty quiet at the bookstore, and
even with the lure of a new stack of books coming in, she hadn’t
managed to attract many customers.
Maybe Owen Nichols will stop by.
Snorting with laughter at her own absurdity, Charlotte rolled her
eyes to herself and hurried to cross the street. It had been a week
since she’d sat with him at the film festival, but it wasn’t like she’d
forgotten that he said he’d be coming back to Windy Lake. She
didn’t know why he’d be heading back here, but the minute he
turned up in town, Charlotte figured pretty much everyone would
know about it.
The throwaway remark he’d made about coming by her
bookstore had been cute, but Charlotte hadn’t really had any
expectations of him suddenly turning up.
There weren’t any waiting customers when she finally reached
Sage Page, but the store wasn’t supposed to open for another ten
minutes. Opening up the door quickly, Charlotte made sure that the
sign advertising the new titles she’d gotten in was out on the
sidewalk before walking back inside. Setting her coffee down on the
counter, she looked around at the place, her hands going to rest on
her hips.
What exactly am I going to do?
It wasn’t like she didn’t make any money, more that she could do
with making a little more. Being careful with money was one thing,
but being frugal with it was another—and that was where she was at
right now. There were overhead expenses, rent, and inventory costs.
If she wanted to keep this place going, then she was going to have
to think of another way to attract customers.
Maybe she needed to redecorate. Charlotte wandered around her
bookstore, trying to see it with fresh eyes. What could she do
differently to attract customers?
Walking back outside, she looked in the big glass window and
tried to put herself in her customers’ shoes. What did they see when
they looked in? Was there anything that really pulled them in?
I’ve got the new books right there. I’ve got the classics on the
other side. I’ve got comfy chairs to sit on for people who want to
browse. I’ve got magazines and newspapers. I’ve got books for kids
and teens. What else do I need?
Standing in the fresh air, she waited for something to hit her, but
nothing came. Instead, she was left standing there with her
shoulders slumping and her heart sinking low.
Frustrated, Charlotte shook her head and then walked back into
the bookstore.
Coffee. Blinking rapidly, she came to a dead stop, a tiny smile
playing about her mouth. I can smell coffee.
Okay, so it would mean a bit of changing things around, but
surely she could get some sort of coffee machine at the store?
Charlotte bit her lip. But customers wouldn’t want to pay for coffee
machine coffee if a coffeeshop was just around the corner.
Her smile crashed. She personally loved that coffeeshop. That
was the one she always went to—she’d only gone to a different one
today since she had been in that end of town.
Plus, I don’t want to steal business away from them. The idea
broke into a thousand pieces, pouring away from her. It had been a
good thought, but she couldn’t make anything concrete from it.
“Hello?”
The bell dinged, and Charlotte turned, putting a smile onto her
face, ready to greet her first customer of the morning.
“Hello. Welcome to Sage Page. Can…” Her voice drifted away as
she stared in shock at the person who’d come through the door.
Owen Nichols.
His easy grin sent a shiver down her spine, heat rising up from
within her core. Pulling off his sunglasses, he tucked them into the
top of his plain white t-shirt.
“Hi, Charlotte. I told you I’d drop by!”
“You—you sure did.” She swallowed against the tightness in her
throat. “I didn’t think you meant it.” Why did I have to say
something like that? “Come in, please.”
The fact that he was standing right there, in her own bookstore,
was so overwhelming that Charlotte struggled to take it in.
Somehow, she managed to make her way back to the counter, going
to stand behind it and then planting her hands down on top,
steadying herself.
“It smells great in here. Do you sell coffee?”
Charlotte blinked. “Uh, no. I got this from the coffeeshop.”
Gesturing to her now lukewarm coffee, she somehow managed to
whack it with the back of her hand, making it wobble furiously.
Grabbing it, she held it tight in both hands, embarrassment
beginning to build in her chest. “I was thinking about selling coffee
here, though. I thought having coffee would be great for customers
—some of them might want to browse or just buy a book and then
start reading it here, you know? Getting coffee here is going to be
difficult, though. There’s a coffeeshop around the corner, and I don’t
want to take business from them.” You’re rambling, Charlotte. Stop
it. Just stop talking.
“Why not set up an arrangement?” Putting one hand on the
counter, Owen leaned toward her, his smile sending flames into her
core. “Have their coffee options displayed in your bookstore. Then
customers can order from you, you put the order through to them,
and they deliver it. Problem solved.”
Charlotte blinked at him. It was such an easy solution, and one
that would be good for both businesses. “I… Yeah. That’s a good
idea.”
“Thanks, I’m full of great ideas.” The twinkle in his eyes made
her blush, aware that he was teasing. “You’ll have to credit me if you
manage to set it up.”
“I will.” Nerves bounced up and down in her belly, sending gentle
tremors through her limbs. “Did you know that some people used to
brew their coffee with eggshells? Not now, obviously. In the past. A
long time ago.” And here it is. The dumb things I say when I’m
nervous. “Sorry. Forget that.”
Owen laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m guessing
that’s not one of the options at the coffeeshop, then?”
Heat tore up her chest, although she appreciated the fact that he
was making light of it. “No, definitely not.” She managed a smile.
“That probably wouldn’t be a good advertisement!”
“I guess not. So, this is your bookstore, then?” Looking around,
he nodded and smiled. “I think it looks great.”
“Thanks. We just opened for the day.” I don’t need to make
excuses as to why it’s so quiet. “If you need a summer read, I can
recommend a few!”
A broad grin settled across Owen’s face as he looked back at her,
and Charlotte’s stomach filled with butterflies. Why was it so difficult
for her to make small talk?
“I’m afraid I won’t have much time for summer reading. I’m back
in Windy Lake to do a documentary.”
“Oh. A documentary about what?”
“About me. My life.” One shoulder lifted in a half shrug, but Owen
dropped his gaze to the counter, shoving both hands into his
pockets. “My dad grew up here. His family, from what I know, are
still around, but I’ve never met any of them. Truth is, I never really
learned much about my dad’s family.”
Charlotte nodded but didn’t say a word, silently remembering
how he hadn’t really answered her question about his dad, back
when she’d asked it at the awards ceremony.
“I’m not saying my stepdad wasn’t a good guy or anything like
that, but I do want to find out more about my biological dad and his
family and the place where he grew up. That might prove a little
difficult, though.”
Tension grew between her eyebrows as she frowned. “Difficult,
how?”
“My mom only remembers my dad’s first name, but the producer
thinks that will make the documentary more appealing. So, here I
am.” Spreading his hands out wide, he smiled at her, but his eyes
didn’t light up in the way she’d seen before.
“Sounds…interesting. I don’t know if there’s anything I can do to
help, but—”
“There is, actually.”
Charlotte blinked in surprise, a little taken aback at the way he’d
interrupted her.
“I have a crew here ready to get filming once we’ve settled in,
and the director has got a ton of ideas.”
“Ideas about what?”
He shrugged, but his eyes pulled away from hers. “The directors
want to add different layers of entertainment. One of his ideas—and
my agent is really pushing for this—is that I should have a love
interest in Windy Lake. Someone that I can form a closer
relationship with as the documentary moves on.”
Charlotte’s heart threw itself hard at her chest, and for a few
seconds, she forgot how to breathe. He hadn’t said it outright yet,
but she was able to guess what it was he wanted to ask.
“It would only be for the cameras, and there wouldn’t be
anything intimate. Just a little touch of romance to spark people’s
interest.” A lopsided smile pulled at Owen’s mouth, but his eyes
shifted from her face to the counter, to the wall, and then back to
her again.
“You—you’re asking me to play the part of your Windy Lake love
interest?” Charlotte could barely get the words out of her mouth,
and when she did speak, her voice was hoarse. “Is that right?”
Owen licked his lips, shoving his hands back in the pockets of his
jeans. “Yes, that’s what I’m asking.”
“But—but I’m not an actor,” Charlotte spluttered, caught
somewhere between nervousness and excitement. “You’ve done a
ton of romance movies! You know what you’re doing. I—” Closing
her eyes, she dragged in a long breath, trying to steady herself. “I’m
no good at acting.”
“This isn’t a movie. And, you just have to act natural.” When she
opened her eyes, he was grinning at her, his nervousness gone from
his expression in a second. “There’s nothing to it. You’ve got to hold
my hand, smile up into my eyes, and walk into the sunset with me.
Think you can do that?”
Charlotte couldn’t answer him. Her stomach was twisting so hard
that she had to bend forward just a little, setting down the now cold
coffee cup on the counter. She couldn’t seem to take in what he was
asking her. To act as his love interest in this documentary of his? To
pretend to be in love with him? Come on, Charlotte. That’s not
exactly going to be hard. “Why don’t you ask an actual actor?”
“I need someone local. It has to seem real. Think about it,
Charlotte. It’ll give you a ton of publicity for this place, and that’s
only going to be a good thing.”
Yeah, but then people might come see me thinking that I’m
Owen Nichols’ girlfriend, and I’m not sure I want that.
“We would pay for your time as well.”
Charlotte nodded slowly, struggling to breathe steadily. Her heart
was racing furiously, her hands were sweaty, and her mind whirred.
Looking up at him, she tried to imagine what it would be like to
pretend to play his girlfriend. “Can I think about it?”
“Sure. I wasn’t expecting you to answer right away. You’d have
to sign an NDA, and I’m sure there are some other legal forms
involved. My agent can help walk you through the contracts. He’s a
good guy, and I trust him.”
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Charlotte tilted her head and studied
him. “I’ll seriously consider your offer. How can I get in touch with
you?”
“I have your card, remember? I’ll send you my number.”
“Great, thanks.”
Just as she finished speaking, the door opened, the chime
catching both Charlotte’s and Owen’s attention. She had a customer.
“I’d better go.” Owen turned himself away slightly so that the
customer wasn’t able to see his face. “I’ll be in touch. Bye,
Charlotte.”
“Bye.” Charlotte managed a small smile.
Owen put his sunglasses back on before leaving. Planting both
hands on the counter, she let out a long, slow breath, blowing it out
through gently pursed lips. Her shoulders rounded as she closed her
eyes, torn between excitement and doubt.
I’d get to spend a lot more time with him, and it would be great
for the bookstore. Her eyes opened as she stood up tall, biting her
lip. But I’d have to stop myself from falling in love with him for real,
and just how easy is that going to be?
4
C harlotte took in Owen’s crossed arms and saw his eyebrows tug
low over his eyes. Her heart sank. Obviously, he’s thinking
about it.
Turning away, she began to organize the books from the recent
delivery, leaving him to think about how he wanted to move forward.
Up until the moment she’d seen Owen talking to Willow,
everything had been going great, even for a Monday morning. She
grabbed a coffee from the Muddy Cup before heading to the store.
She’d been thinking about Owen as she’d walked, wondering
whether she was going to do this documentary of his. She’d been
thinking about it all weekend. She wanted someone to talk it over
with, but she’d chosen not to tell her sisters or her parents anything
about it. So, the questions had gone around and around in her head,
telling herself that she’d need to come up with an answer by the end
of the day.
And then she’d seen Owen talking to Willow.
Her eyes closed for a second or two. A stab of pain had thrust
into her heart the minute she’d seen Owen and Willow together. It
had thrown her back into high school, when Willow had been the
one who always managed to get the attention from pretty much
anyone she wanted, while Charlotte had faded into the background.
Even though it had been years since high school, that feeling still
lingered. Willow still lived in Windy Lake, and even now, she was
always the one who caught everyone’s attention. She was the
bubbly one, the one with sparkling conversation and a stunning
smile. Charlotte was aware that she was way more introverted, but
she couldn’t see that as a positive thing. Most of the time, she
wished that she was more like her sister and less like herself.
“Charlotte, I’m sorry.”
Blinking in surprise, Charlotte looked back at Owen. “What?”
“I said, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know what you mean. What are you sorry for?”
He lifted one shoulder. “I’ve obviously hurt you with thinking
Willow was you. I didn’t mean to.”
Wow. He’s obviously more aware than I thought. “I’m fine,
really.” She tried to laugh, but dust filled her throat. “It’s not the first
time it’s happened.”
“It must be frustrating.”
“It can be.”
“And you said she’s different from you?”
“Yes, that’s why I think she might be a better fit for this ‘love
interest’ of yours.” Trying to keep her voice light, Charlotte smiled
and ignored the additional thrust of pain in her heart. “She’s the
type of person you’re looking for.”
Instead of instantly agreeing like she’d expected, Owen dropped
his hands and shrugged. “I don’t think so.”
“What?” Surprise unfurled like a sail catching the wind.
Owen’s voice was low. “I’m more than happy with my first
choice.”
Charlotte opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She didn’t
know what to say or how to respond. Owen Nichols is really
choosing me?
“I really enjoyed chatting with you at the film festival. I don’t
know anything about Willow. I never asked her to do the
documentary with me.” One hand planted flat on the counter as he
leaned a little closer to her. “I asked you.”
Charlotte’s breath hitched as she looked into his eyes. She
couldn’t seem to pull herself away from his gaze. She saw the
bronze flecks in his green orbs, the gentle lines at the corners of his
eyes, and her toes curled as flames began to lick up through her
core.
“So, what do you say?”
She closed her eyes so that she could block out the sight of him.
“I—I’m not sure. I’ve been thinking about it all weekend.”
“If you say no, then I’m not going to chase after Willow. I came
to ask you specifically because I wanted you. We’ll be having a fake
relationship on screen, but I think we can become good friends, and
I’d really like that.”
Charlotte swallowed hard. Her throat ached, and sudden tears
burned behind her eyes, but she blinked them away fast. Owen is
choosing me over Willow. I can’t believe this.
“I can give you more time, but I’ll need an answer soon. We
already started filming.” Smiling, he stepped back, ready to leave the
decision with her. “You have my number.”
“I’ll do it.”
The words flew out of her mouth before Charlotte had a chance
to really think about what she wanted to say. She saw Owen’s eyes
flare wide and his smile grow wider and wider until he practically
beamed at her. A giggle rose up in her chest, running away from her
as she clapped one hand over her mouth.
I’m really doing this. I said I’d be Owen Nichols’ fake love
interest.
“Wow, really?”
She shook her head, closed her eyes, and dropped her hand. “I
guess so.”
“Great!”
Opening her eyes, Charlotte saw Owen come around the edge of
the counter before pulling her into his arms for a congratulatory hug.
Charlotte’s breath caught in her chest, but she found herself
laughing, just as Owen chuckled into her shoulder.
“Thanks, Charlotte. Thanks for agreeing. I’ll have my agent send
over all the details as soon as possible, and we’ll get started
shooting really soon.”
“Okay, great.” Whatever cologne he was wearing, Charlotte
wanted to lose herself it in, finding her eyes closing gently as she
inhaled. Softening in his arms, her heart began to beat a little faster,
and her eyes flew open suddenly.
Pulling back, she smiled up at him, ignoring her racing heart. “I
hope I don’t let you down.”
“You won’t.”
“I—I guess I’m going to have to tell my sisters.”
“And your parents? They live here, right?”
“Yes, they do. They have a place on the lake. It’s a beautiful big
log cabin—the same place where I grew up. There are a bunch of
trees on either side, but we get a really big clear view out to the lake
from the house.” And now I’m rambling again, because I’m nervous.
Owen didn’t seem to notice. His smile straightened, and his eyes
studied her, his lips bunching gently. “Do you think they’d be up for
letting us film there? I mean, I’d have to let the producers see the
place, but it sounds really beautiful.”
“And it’s private,” Charlotte added, a little surprised at herself
about how quick she was to agree. “I’ll ask them and let you know.”
“Great.” His phone dinged, and he pulled it out of his pocket,
glancing down at it. “This is my agent. I’d better take it.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“I have a few things to do today, but I’ll be in touch later. Thanks
again, Charlotte. I’m so excited you’ve agreed.”
“Me too,” Charlotte replied, watching Owen walk out of the
bookstore, letting her gaze linger on him for a little too long.
Letting out a long breath, she tried to go back to sorting the
books, aware that her heart was still pounding furiously as
excitement flew through her veins. The last thing I need right now is
to fall in love with Owen Nichols.
“W ho ?”
“Owen Nichols, Mom.” Charlotte grabbed the salad tongs and
piled some onto her plate. “He’s an actor.”
“He’s more than an actor.” Willow lifted one eyebrow, sending
Charlotte a teasing smile. “He’s a huge celebrity, has a massive
following, and has probably broken a gazillion hearts.”
Charlotte shrugged, trying to make light of it. “That might be
true, but he’s a nice guy. Not pretentious.”
“And he wants you to be in this new movie?”
“It’s not a movie. It’s a documentary about his family,” Charlotte
explained for the second time. “Owen’s dad died when he was
young, so he never knew him. But, his dad is from Windy Lake, and
Owen wants to connect with that side of his family.”
Willow’s smile faded. “I’m sorry about that.”
“He hasn’t said much about it, and I don’t want to pry. I’m just
going to play the part he wants me to play and hope that this
documentary goes well. Plus, it’ll bring a lot of publicity to the store,
I hope.”
“I’m sure it will.” Her dad grabbed a piece of bacon and turned to
feed it to their brown dog, Peanut, who had been drooling for the
last five minutes. “Sounds great, honey.”
“Will you leave the dog alone?” Meredith smacked her husband’s
arm lightly. “You know he’s gotta be careful with what he eats!
Otherwise, the vet will put him back on a diet again!”
And no one really cares about what I’m doing. Sighing, Charlotte
picked up her fork and speared a cherry tomato. Willow could talk
about what she’d been up to with her photography, and everyone
would listen and discuss things for practically their entire meal, but
she mentioned that she was working with Owen Nichols and filming
a documentary, and no one really seemed interested.
“Mom?” Charlotte looked across the table expectantly, but
Meredith was still going on about not feeding the dog any bacon.
“Mom, Owen asked—”
“You know that it’s not good for him, I don’t know why you do
it!”
“If it’s not good for him, then it’s not good for us, either!” her
dad shot back. “It’s only a little bit of bacon, Meredith.”
Charlotte closed her eyes.
“Mom!” Speaking a whole lot more loudly than before, she had to
force her way back into the conversation. She waited until her mom
looked back toward her, a look of surprise etching itself across her
face. “I actually wasn’t finished speaking.” A small pricking of guilt
crept over Charlotte’s heart, but she carried on speaking regardless.
“Sorry to interrupt you guys, but I need to know if it’s okay for Owen
and his crew to film here.”
Meredith’s eyes opened wide. “You want them to film here?”
“Not me, Mom. Owen. I told him about the house, and he said it
sounded great. He asked if he could do some of the filming here,
and I said I’d ask.”
“Oh.” Meredith exchanged a look with her husband, who just
shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t see why not.” Her eyebrows lifted,
and a smile began to tug at her lips. “Does he want anyone else to
be in the documentary? I could help him discover some information
from his past.”
Charlotte winced inwardly but managed to keep her expression
straight. “You mean with your crystals, right?”
“You know, you can do a lot with crystals and energy readings,”
came the knowing reply, as though her mom could read everything
that was going around in Charlotte’s head. “There’s nothing wrong
with my crystals.”
“No, of course not, Mom.”
Willow shot Charlotte a sharp look, but Charlotte merely shook
her head. From experience, Charlotte was aware of just how much
crystals, energy, chakras, and new age practices meant to Meredith,
but this wasn’t something that could just get pushed into the
documentary.
“That’s a kind offer, Mom, but I don’t think he’s going to need
your insight. I’ll tell him, though.” Tell him to stay well clear of any of
my mom’s crystals and new age insights. “Would it be okay if he
filmed at the house, then? Even without your crystals?”
Meredith smiled widely. “Of course, honey. Let me know a time,
and I’ll make sure we’re out of the way—but you have to make sure
that he’s invited for dinner, first.” Before Charlotte could protest, she
clapped her hands, her eyes suddenly wide. “I’ve got a better idea!
Why doesn’t he come for a meal with the film crew? They could film
us all talking. I could tell him some things about Windy Lake, and
your dad could, too!”
“Sure could,” Danny agreed, before shoving another rasher of
bacon into his mouth.
“Thanks, Mom, but I’ll let him work out what he wants to film
and how he wants to film it.” Charlotte tried to smile, but the
thought of Owen being here with her family and her new-age loving
mom and dad sent a chill through her bones. That’s going to be one
way to push him as far away from me as possible.
“You’ll mention it, though.”
She closed her eyes, knowing that if she gave her mom her
word, then it would be expected of her to keep it. “Yes, Mom, okay.
I’ll mention it.”
“I’ll check with him that you did, you know.” She opened her eyes
to see Meredith grinning at her, her eyes bright with perhaps a sense
of victory over Charlotte’s obvious reluctance. “Tell him he can call
me directly, if he wants. That way, I can make sure all the
arrangements are in place.”
Unable to hold back the small groan that fell from her mouth,
Charlotte nodded and looked down at her food, her stomach twisting
this way and that as she thought of talking to Owen about sitting
down for a meal with her parents. Meredith quickly changed the
subject to something Willow had been involved in, leaving Charlotte
to sit quietly with her own thoughts.
Perhaps this had all been a terrible mistake.
6
O wen could not stop smiling. This is great. “I love being here.
This place is incredible.”
Charlotte winced. “Yeah, it is.”
“But?”
“But my parents might be a bit…full on at lunch.”
He lifted one eyebrow. Charlotte had been chewing on her
bottom lip ever since he and the film crew had arrived. The nerves,
he could understand, but clearly, this was something more than just
nerves.
“What exactly are you worried about?”
Her half-laugh, half-snort rattled out of her mouth, and she
covered it with one hand. “Sorry. You’re right. I think I am a bit
overwhelmed.”
“So, tell me about it.”
Charlotte heaved a breath. “Okay, so you’ve met my parents.”
“They seem great.”
“And my sisters, Noelle and Willow.”
“Yes.”
“And they all seem really normal,” Charlotte said.
“Sure.” He lifted one shoulder, unsure of what Charlotte was
trying to convey. “The pet raccoon is a bit unusual, but that’s
something I can get on board with.”
When she laughed, Owen noticed how she straightened, tilting
his head gently to watch her. Her blue eyes were stunning.
But then the laugh was gone. Charlotte’s shoulders rounded, the
smile faded, and she shook her head. “Okay, so my parents own and
run the Windy Lake Natural Foods store. They also own the Windy
Lake Essential Oils company.”
Owen shrugged, not sure what was wrong with either one of
those businesses. “That’s great. They’re entrepreneurs?”
“My mom especially is really into a lot of new age stuff. She’ll
probably try to align your chakras or offer to give you specific
crystals to take with you for whatever might be wrong with you.”
“Wrong with me?” This time, Owen couldn’t hide his surprise.
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing, nothing!” Her hand caught his arm, her fingers
squeezing gently. “Sorry, that’s not what I meant. If you say
anything—anything at all—to my mom that she can interpret as
being a little ‘off balance,’ then she’ll give you something to make
that right. When my sister, Evie, went through her divorce, I think
my mom had about twenty crystals in her room by the end of it—
and some she didn’t even know about!”
The heat of her fingers on his bare skin sent goosebumps all up
his arm, and the urge to laugh faded as Owen looked down into her
eyes. Her gaze was bouncing around, going from his eyes to his
shoulder to his lips and then to the view behind him.
“Are you guys joining us for lunch?”
Owen turned, and Charlotte’s hand slipped from his arm.
“Sure, we’ll be right over.” Charlotte looked up at him. She was
chewing her lip again.
“I’m ready, don’t worry.” Unable to stop himself, he reached out
and touched her cheek, sending sparks into her eyes. “You’ve done a
good job preparing me.”
Charlotte closed her eyes, but whether that was from
nervousness or something else, Owen couldn’t tell. “And you’ve
prepared me. The film crew will be there filming, but I have to
ignore them. Pretend they’re not even there.”
“And be yourself.”
Her eyes flew open. “What if being myself is too boring?”
Laughing, he flung one arm around her shoulders as they walked
toward the prepared lunch, outside the house itself. “I asked you to
do this because I thought you’d be perfect for the role. If you ever
feel overwhelmed by it all, then just look at me.”
Her head tipped back and to the side as she gazed up at him
with her stunning, clear-blue eyes. “Look at you?”
“Sure. I can tell the film crew to take a break whenever we need.
Give me a little nod or something like that, and I’ll make sure it
happens.” Tightening his arm gently around her shoulders, he pulled
her a fraction closer. “You’ve got to feel good about doing this. Don’t
worry. It takes time. But I’m right here with you.”
Her eyes held his for another few seconds and then dropped
away as she turned her head. Owen hid a smile as she let out a
long, calming breath. He was loving this part of his documentary
already.
Title: Innocent
a tale of modern life
Language: English
By Mrs. OLIPHANT,
London:
SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON, LOW, & SEARLE
CROWN BUILDINGS, 188, FLEET STREET.
1874.
LONDON:
GILBERT AND RIVINGTON, PRINTERS,
ST. JOHN’S SQUARE.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. — The Old House 1
II. — The News, and how it was Received 8
III. — The Family 16
IV. — The Friends of the Family 23
V. — Frederick’s Way 32
VI. — Pisa 40
VII. — The Palazzo Scaramucci 48
VIII. — The Cousins 55
IX. — At Home 63
X. — The Arrival 70
XI. — At Home and not at Home 79
XII. — A Love Tale 87
XIII. — Consultations 94
XIV. — A Momentous Interview 101
XV. — A Sunday at Home 109
XVI. — Innocent’s First Adventure 117
XVII. — Frederick to the Rescue 124
XVIII. — Philosophy for Girls 132
XIX. — The Flower of Sterborne 140
XX. — What it is to be “in Love” 148
XXI. — A Family Dinner 156
XXII. — About another Marriage 164
XXIII. — Amanda 172
XXIV. — What the Family thought 180
XXV. — After a Year 188
XXVI. — A Proposal 195
XXVII. — Mrs. Frederick 202
XXVIII. — A New Complication 211
XXIX. — Innocent’s Outset in the World 217
XXX. — The High Lodge 224
XXXI. — The Minster and the Villa 231
XXXII. — The Moment of Fate 238
XXXIII. — Flight 247
XXXIV. — A Bereaved Husband 254
XXXV. — Mrs. Eastwood’s Investigation 261
XXXVI. — At Home 268
XXXVII. — Innocent’s Confession 275
XXXVIII. — Into further Deeps 283
XXXIX. — An Appeal 290
XL. — Family Opinions 298
XLI. — An Unpopular Wedding 304
XLII. — After the Wedding 311
XLIII. — The Gathering of the Storm 318
XLIV. — The Thunderbolt 325
XLV. — The First Deserter 333
XLVI. — The Evidence 340
XLVII. — The Trial 347
XLVIII. — The Second Day 363
XLIX. — Delivered 368
L. — Jenny’s Meditation 375
LI. — The Nunnery 380
LII. — What became of Lady Longueville 382
LIII. — Conclusion 391
INNOCENT:
A TA L E O F M O D E R N L I F E .
CHAPTER I.