definitely nosy,” Tony teased, pulling Korri onto his lap to nuzzle her neck. “I love you though, and I wouldn’t have you any other way.” He gave her a big dimpled smile, one that he knew would make her melt.
Korri relaxed into Tony, sighing with contentment when he wrapped his large arms around her body. “I just want her to be happy. She’s always been so closed off when it comes to love. I don’t want her to end up like Gran, you know?”
Korri and Charlie’s grandmother had been a wonderful woman with a big heart, and had a kind smile for everyone. She’d been full of love right up until she took her last breath. However, the only people she seemed to have room to love were her children, grandchildren, and a small circle of friends.
After her husband died, she never made time for companionship. She was married young and had kids quickly; her husband died ten years into their marriage from a work accident. She always said that he was the only man she could ever love, and she never remarried.
Korri sighed again. Thinking about her Gran was always bittersweet. “Gran seemed lonely to me, even though she tried to hide it. I just don’t want that for Charlie.”
Tony understood what Korri was saying, but meddling in other’s affairs wasn’t something he did. “Sweetness, Charlie is an adult with her own life. What she does, and who she dates or doesn’t date, is her business.”
Korri nodded her head in resignation. “You’re right,” she sighed loudly. “I just know that they are so good together, and they’re finally dating, but Charlie still seems like something is up.”
“Hmmmm.” Tony wouldn’t agree or disagree with her statement. He knew his sweetness, and she was fishing for information, so he decided to change the subject. “Anyway, that’s enough about those two. Why don’t we have a meaningful conversation about us?”
Korri gave him a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, let’s do some talking in the language of love…” Tony suggestively moved his eyebrows up and down. He pinned Korri down on the couch beneath him, raining kisses all over her face and neck.
She giggled. “Now I can definitely have this conversation anytime.”
CHAPTER 11
The next day, Charlie emerged from the guest room looking and feeling exhausted. After exiting from her long needed bath, she couldn’t get out of her own head. All of the conflicting feelings and emotions were driving her crazy.
Charlie walked into the kitchen, and the smell of a slow roasting Columbian brew wafted past her nose. The aroma of the coffee was divine. Charlie didn’t feel fully human until she had a least one cup.
She nodded at Tony as she entered the gourmet kitchen. “Morning.”
Charlie yawned as Tony finished pouring a cup and passed it to her. She added cream and sugar, and after taking a long chug of the morning goodness, was more than grateful. Charlie smiled as the liquid warmed her from the inside out.
“Hmmm,” she sighed, as she relaxed just a little.
“Morning. You doing ok?” Tony asked, his brow furrowed. Charlie didn’t miss the look of concern that was marring his kind, handsome face.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” Charlie spoke half-heartedly. “Lot on my mind,” she mumbled, not wanting to reveal what she felt was a small problem, considering the grand scheme of things.
Tony didn’t respond. He just gazed at her, assessing her in a brotherly way. “You know, we’re family, and I hope that you feel comfortable enough to talk to me, that
Korri relaxed into Tony, sighing with contentment when he wrapped his large arms around her body. “I just want her to be happy. She’s always been so closed off when it comes to love. I don’t want her to end up like Gran, you know?”
Korri and Charlie’s grandmother had been a wonderful woman with a big heart, and had a kind smile for everyone. She’d been full of love right up until she took her last breath. However, the only people she seemed to have room to love were her children, grandchildren, and a small circle of friends.
After her husband died, she never made time for companionship. She was married young and had kids quickly; her husband died ten years into their marriage from a work accident. She always said that he was the only man she could ever love, and she never remarried.
Korri sighed again. Thinking about her Gran was always bittersweet. “Gran seemed lonely to me, even though she tried to hide it. I just don’t want that for Charlie.”
Tony understood what Korri was saying, but meddling in other’s affairs wasn’t something he did. “Sweetness, Charlie is an adult with her own life. What she does, and who she dates or doesn’t date, is her business.”
Korri nodded her head in resignation. “You’re right,” she sighed loudly. “I just know that they are so good together, and they’re finally dating, but Charlie still seems like something is up.”
“Hmmmm.” Tony wouldn’t agree or disagree with her statement. He knew his sweetness, and she was fishing for information, so he decided to change the subject. “Anyway, that’s enough about those two. Why don’t we have a meaningful conversation about us?”
Korri gave him a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, let’s do some talking in the language of love…” Tony suggestively moved his eyebrows up and down. He pinned Korri down on the couch beneath him, raining kisses all over her face and neck.
She giggled. “Now I can definitely have this conversation anytime.”
CHAPTER 11
The next day, Charlie emerged from the guest room looking and feeling exhausted. After exiting from her long needed bath, she couldn’t get out of her own head. All of the conflicting feelings and emotions were driving her crazy.
Charlie walked into the kitchen, and the smell of a slow roasting Columbian brew wafted past her nose. The aroma of the coffee was divine. Charlie didn’t feel fully human until she had a least one cup.
She nodded at Tony as she entered the gourmet kitchen. “Morning.”
Charlie yawned as Tony finished pouring a cup and passed it to her. She added cream and sugar, and after taking a long chug of the morning goodness, was more than grateful. Charlie smiled as the liquid warmed her from the inside out.
“Hmmm,” she sighed, as she relaxed just a little.
“Morning. You doing ok?” Tony asked, his brow furrowed. Charlie didn’t miss the look of concern that was marring his kind, handsome face.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” Charlie spoke half-heartedly. “Lot on my mind,” she mumbled, not wanting to reveal what she felt was a small problem, considering the grand scheme of things.
Tony didn’t respond. He just gazed at her, assessing her in a brotherly way. “You know, we’re family, and I hope that you feel comfortable enough to talk to me, that
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