it’s the truth.” She turned back to the stove. “You about ready for dinner?”
Chuck gazed down at the baby sleeping in his arms. He didn’t want to let go of her even to eat supper. “I guess.”
PJ chuckled. “Does my cooking reputation precede me? I’m not Cara Jo, but I can—”
Footsteps pounded on the staircase and then in the hallway outside PJ’s apartment door.
PJ turned to Chuck. “Give me Charlie.” She held out her hands for the baby.
Chuck handed her over and motioned for her to get behind him. “Go into the bedroom and close the door.”
PJ did as she was told, her eyes wide, her face pale. As she closed the bedroom door, someone pounded on the door to the apartment.
“Help! Please, help!” a female voice called out, followed by loud sobs.
Chuck peered through the peephole and then yanked the door open.
The young woman from the resort front desk fell against his chest, her face streaked with tears. “Please help him.”
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