“No, it’s Allie’s.” Charlie signed. “She wanted to make me a star.”

“Well, I got to tell you, son, I’m real glad she did.”

Charlie looked up in surprise at the emotion in the older man’s voice. “I am, too.” He blinked at the thought. He really was glad.

That’s what hanging around with Allie had done for him. Made him career crazy.

“You’re sure gonna make the nights interesting around here,” Bill went on, and Charlie shook his head.

“No, that’ll be the mornings. I want the prime-time spot.”

Bill frowned at him. “Can’t do it. That’s Mark King’s show.”

Charlie shrugged. “Then I’m out of here. And so is Allie.”

Bill’s eyebrows shot up. “Alice? She’s not leaving.”

“We’re getting married, Bill. Whither I goest, she goest. And if we don’t get the prime-time show, we’re going.” Charlie mentally crossed his fingers, hoping Bill wouldn’t call his bluff. Allie was too independent to follow anybody anywhere, but Bill didn’t have to know that.

Bill glared at him. “What the hell am I going to do with Mark?”

“I am not the person to ask that,” Charlie said as he stood ip. “You wouldn’t like my suggestions.”

“All right.” Bill ground his teeth a little. “All right. You got it.”

“Thank you very much.” Charlie turned back as he got to he door. “And good luck with Grady and Beattie. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Bill sat back in his chair. “We can handle it. It’s a family problem.”

Charlie leaned in the doorway. “Well, to tell you the truth, Bill, I kind of think of you and Grady and Beattie as family now. So if you need anything…”

Bill’s face softened and he nodded. “I’ll call you.”

“Thanks. I’d like that.”

Charlie looked in Allie’s office, but she was long gone, her phone calls made while he was helping Grady.

He knew where she’d be, and he tried not to think about it on his way out to the car.

Now was no time to have a heart attack from lust.


* * *

Allie opened the door of her apartment when he knocked, and just the sight of him made her weak-kneed. Coming home to bed had been a mistake. It was November first, and Grady was where he wanted to be, and the bet was over, and she wanted him. She didn’t want to lose the closeness they’d had, but she wanted him with a craving that went beyond lust.

So when she opened the door, and he was standing there, broad and safe and male and Charlie, her knees went, and she tried to pretend it didn’t matter. “Come on in,” she said and then went back into her bedroom and crawled under her quilt. “I can’t believe this,” she told him when he followed her. “I can’t believe this last twenty-four hours happened. I can’t believe this last month happened.”

Charlie slumped at the foot of the bed, and Allie fought back her disappointment. He was supposed to be under the quilt with her.

“It happened,” he told her. “The last thing I heard as I went through the lobby was Mark, on the air, telling the world he’d inhaled in the seventies.”

Allie was so surprised, she forgot to lust for a minute. “Inhaled what?”

“I don’t know.” Charlie rubbed his neck. “I don’t care. I’m just glad it’s over. I just want some sleep.”

Sleep. Well, it was a start. She moved over a couple of inches to make room for him. “You can get some sleep here if you want,”

He was still for a moment. “Here?”

She nodded.

“Allie, if I climb into bed with you, I’m going to want more than sleep.”

Her heart did a little heated lurch in her chest. Thank God. Now, if only things didn’t change. “I’ve been thinking,” she said to him. “All last night, and this morning while I was on the phone. And I don’t know what I think about this Grady mess. I don’t even know which one of us is right. But I do know that you did what you thought was right even though I tried hard to change your mind.” She smiled tentatively at him. “And I’m pretty impressed with that, that you’d give up everything to do what you thought was right. And I know that you’ve been right on some other things this month, too. Not everything, but some things. And I know I love you, and you love me, and after that… well, I think we can work this out.” She swallowed. “What do you think?”

Charlie’s eyes met hers. “Will you marry me?”

Allie almost fell out of bed.

“I already told Bill we were getting married, so I’m going to look like a real fool if you say no.” He leaned forward. “Make an honest man out of me. Marry me.”

Allie stopped breathing. Marriage. That was permanent enough. And since it was Charlie asking, it was forever. She’d have to follow him all over the country, and they’d probably have all their kids in different states, and she’d never have a career again.

But she’d have good times. And laughter.

And Charlie.

She drew a deep breath. “Can we get a Winnebago?”

He blinked at her. “Well, yeah. Sure. I guess.” He frowned at her. “Why would you want a Winnebago?”

“So it’ll be like home while we’re traveling,” Allie said, “like a house.”

Charlie’s frown deepened. “Traveling where?”

“Wherever it is that we’re going. It’s November.”

He started to laugh, and she wanted to kill him. “Forget the Winnebago. We’re not going anywhere. I told Bill I wanted a full-time job. Medical insurance. Pension plan. Paternity leave. We’re adopting Sam. I’m settling down.”

Some days, you get everything you ask for. Unbelievable. Allie sank back against the pillows. “Oh. Oh, good.” She closed her eyes in relieved wonder. “Oh, Charlie, I do love you, and I’d follow you anywhere, but I’d really rather-”

“Stay here and make me a star.” Charlie grinned at her. “I know, babe. You’ve got it.”

Allie loved him so much she thought she’d die of it. And he was still a whole bed-length away from her. She tried to glare at him. “Will you please come here and kiss me? You just proposed. You’re supposed to kiss me.”

His grin disappeared. “I’m not going to stop with a kiss. I want a lot more than that.”

Allie took a deep breath. “You’ve got it.”

His eyes met hers and he didn’t move. “This is unbelievable,” he told her. “I feel like a kid on a first date.”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before.” Allie tried to smile at him. “It’s not like it’s our first time.”

“Yes, it is.” Charlie moved up until he was sitting on the side of the bed, his hands on each side of her, and she put her hand on his arm, grateful to finally be touching him. “It’s our first time for this,” he said, his eyes looking deep into hers. “What we had before was fun, but it wasn’t this. This is our first time.”

She couldn’t move her eyes from his. “I know.” She moved her hand to his cheek, barely touching him. “I know. I want you so much. I couldn’t bear to lose you now.”

She hadn’t meant to sound so vulnerable, but she couldn’t call back the words. He closed his eyes, and then he shook his head. “You won’t lose me. Things have changed, but they’ll be better. They’re already better. If you don’t want to love this fast, we can wait to make love. Until you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Allie said. “I’m just… nervous.”

“I know. I am, too. But I want you so much…”

He leaned forward then and kissed her softly, lingering, and the heat from his mouth went straight into her bones and called back all the craving she’d ignored for too long.

“Oh, come to bed,” she whispered. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He stood then and undressed, deliberately, not like the old exuberant Charlie who had stripped at the speed of light and then pulled her to him like a teenager in heat. When he slid into bed beside her, he didn’t touch her; he just supported himself on one elbow and looked down at her as if she was something irreplaceable.

“This must be what wedding nights used to be like,” he said. “Terrifying. Incredible.”

Allie put her hand on his chest to feel his warmth and felt him stiffen at her touch. She’d forgotten exactly how good he would feel under her hand, how hard his chest was, how hot his skin burned, like a brand on her palm. She let her hand trail down his chest and put her cheek against him and listened to his heart pound, and he slowly slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close as he eased himself under her, into the pillows.

Charlie tipped her face to his, and she almost suffocated from love, just watching him look at her as if he was memorizing her. There was so much love in his face, she thought she’d drown in it, and when he finally did pull her head down, to kiss her, she did drown. His mouth was gentle at first, and then more insistent, his tongue invading her, and her hands clenched his shoulders as he grew more demanding. She felt her body deepen in heat against his, her blood growing thick and hot as his mouth took her away, and she willed herself to remember that it was him with her and not to melt into senselessness. She felt him pull at her nightgown and helped him strip it off, closing her eyes as the cool air fell on her body, opening them as the heat from his hands reclaimed her. She licked at the base of his neck, and then down his chest to his nipples, feeling how hard and smooth he was under her lips, hearing his breathing break as she touched him.

Then he bent his head, and she felt the sweet chill of his mouth on her breast, and then the chill turned to heat. She raked her fingers through his hair and pulled his head against her, savoring the ache of his mouth on her. The heat and the ache and the torment were everywhere, and as he moved under her, she fell into him, becoming part of him, wanting him everywhere against her, inside her. Even simple pleasures like the brush of his cheek against her skin became charged with electricity and love.