“Yeah.” She looked down at her phone fondly before tucking it away. Belgian sheepdog?” His eyes were wide and excited as he turned to look at her. William leaned in, brushing his shoulder against hers as he took a close look. “She – well, hold on.” She put down her plate, before reaching into her clutch to pull up a picture on her phone. “Really? I have three dogs who have all listened to my own issues,” he informed her with a conspiratorial tone. “I have a dog, who lives back with my parents. “I understand that, sometimes.” She imagined curling up with Grace and talking out all of these feelings to her best listener. “I prefer the company of animals to people, usually.” Wanting to steer clear of conversation about Charlotte before she said something dumb, she changed the subject, “So, you’re not a fan of all this? The parties and whatnot?” He watched her for a few seconds, an unassuming smile on his face. She’s a good friend.” She mumbled, before she snapped her eyes back to William. Her eyes found Charlotte again easily in the crowd, and this time Charlotte was in conversation with a politician Sutton vaguely recognized from around the mayor’s office the few times she’d been there. It wasn’t a bad thing to be known as Charlotte’s friend, at any rate. A large part of her wanted to make an intimation that they were more, and she held herself back. He seemed genuinely inquisitive.īut Sutton paused, because she really didn’t know what he knew. The in love chorus in her mind slowed with something real to focus on, and she returned the smile for real.

“I met your mother once, at a book signing. “Spencer, yeah, I see your family resemblance.” He cleared his throat.

But with that thoughtful look, she recognized the resemblance.Ī charming, crooked smile stole over his face. That he was a veterinarian, quieter than she and Caleb were, shyer. Charlotte had only mentioned him offhandedly a few times in the last months. She shook his hand as he gave her a considering look. I’m just –” Cutting herself off, she started over. “Should I bother introducing myself as William Thompson? You don’t look like a member of the press, with the lack of a notebook or a pass.” He lifted his eyebrows in question, and it was only then that she realized he hadn’t exactly told her who he was.įeeling herself blush, she was seconds away from excusing herself, before he offered his hand.

Those who wait by haley cass