Chapter 90 The Perfect Match

• The drive back to the Adam estate was quiet, but not the kind of silence that weighed. It was the kind that lingered after laughter, after kisses, after something real had been shared. Emily leaned her head against the window, her fingers still tingling from where they’d laced with Charles’s in the water. Her lips still burned from his kiss.
• Charles glanced at her now and then, a soft smile tugging at his mouth. He looked different. Lighter. Like something inside him had finally exhaled.
• The sky was deep indigo by the time Charles and Emily returned to the Adam estate. The long driveway was bathed in soft golden light from the mansion’s sconces, and the air was cool, still carrying the scent of pine and distant rain.