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CHARLES tilted his head slightly, studying her face as though measuring how far he could go.

“I need some money,” he said lightly, “just a little cents, and I will be okay.”

Amelia raised her head immediately, unwrapping her arms from his waist. She placed both palms flat on his chest, her brows knitting together as she searched his eyes.

“Some money?” she echoed. “What for?”

He chuckled, that easy, careless sound he always used when he didn’t want to dig too deep.

“Ahh, come on babes. Do I really need to tell my woman what I need money for before she gives me?”

She smiled faintly, but it...