“The swing.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. Rolling onto her elbow she looked down at him. “What are you talking about?”
“I promised you a nice night out on the porch.”
Rosslyn rolled her eyes. “Oh Charlie, you more than held up your promise; we just changed the location.”
He shook his head. “Damn it.”
“What now?” she asked.
Laughing, “You still know my name. I’m going to have to fix that. Unless you have any objections.”
“Charlie. Charlie. Charlie,” she said teasingly.