a serious boyfriend on the scene, Charlie would have mentioned him by now.
‘I can’t pretend I’m not interested, Rafe,’ she said suddenly. ‘But I need to talk to—to someone.’
So...perhaps there was a boyfriend, after all. Rafe tried not to frown.
‘When do you need a decision?’ she asked.
‘As soon as possible. I hoped to fly out tonight.’
‘Tonight? Can you book a flight that quickly?’
‘I don’t need to book. I have a private jet.’
‘Of course you do,’ Charlie said softly and she rolled her eyes to the ceiling. ‘You’re a prince.’ She gave a slow, disbelieving shake of her head, but then her gaze was direct as she met his. ‘What time do you want to leave, then?’ she asked.
Now. ‘Ten o’clock? Eleven at the latest.’ He pulled a chequebook from his pocket and filled in the necessary details, including his scrawled signature. ‘Take this with you,’ he said as he tore off the cheque.
Charlie took it gingerly, almost as if it were a time bomb. She swallowed as she stared at it. ‘You’d hand over that amount of money? Just like that? You trust me?’
Rafe didn’t like to point out that his men would be tailing her, so he simply nodded.
She folded the cheque and slipped it into her handbag and she looked pale as she rose from her seat. ‘I’ll be as quick as I can,’ she said. ‘Give me your phone number and I’ll text you.’
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