Anthony just stared at her, at a total loss. Even when she was drunk, she still remembered that.
“So, do you like what you see?” His voice dropped, smooth and deep, as he leaned in close. There was something about the way he said it that made it hard to look away.
Charlotte’s head was spinning, but when she looked at Anthony’s handsome face, she felt a rush of boldness. She stretched her neck forward, lips slightly parted, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
Anthony’s breath hitched for a second. Did that mean she liked him?
Charlotte giggled, her cheeks flushed, and smiled up at him. “You’re good-looking,” she mumbled, “but you’re too old.”
Talk about a buzzkill. Anthony’s smile faded as her words sank in.
Charlotte’s head hurt too much to keep talking. She just burrowed into his chest, mumbling, “Wait for me…”
“Wait for what?” Anthony leaned in, trying to catch her words, but she was too quiet.
Lost in a daze, Charlotte leaned into him as a flood of memories washed over her. She frowned in pain, mouthing the words silently, hoping he wouldn’t hear. Wait for me to grow up. Wait until I’m really, really good, then I’ll be able to like you. I’m only thirteen. I can’t protect you yet.
Outside at Imperial Heights, their car had barely rolled to a stop before Charlotte, restless from the ride, pushed open the door and stumbled out.
“Lottie!” Anthony reached out instinctively, but she moved fast, way faster than he expected, and slipped past him.
He pressed his lips together in a helpless smile, then hurried after her.
Charlotte was crouched in front of the doghouse, hugging 98K and petting him a little too enthusiastically. The poor dog yelped, clearly not loving the attention and probably begging for someone to save him.

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