Loving David by Gina Hummer Read Free Book Online Page B

that’s almost as personal.” He stopped and looked at her, hoping she’d bail him out. He shifted his feet and looked down at the kitchen tiles. Charlotte gave him a questioning look.
    “Okay, you caught me… I’m really a brunette.” she teased.
    ”No, no. Not your hair color, which is gorgeous. It’s just…the rudest question you could ask a woman, but it’s making me crazy,” he whispered and paused for a moment. “How old are you, Charlotte?”
    His cheeks turned bright red, and he looked like he wished he could take it back. He resumed drying a fistful of silverware.
    Charlotte put down the glass she was washing and leaned against the sink, intrigued. She decided to have a little fun with him. “Well, David, how old do you think I am?” a Cheshire cat grin stretched across her face.
    “Thirty-two.”
    Charlotte stifled a chuckle and shook her head. “Nope, but thanks,” she said, still toying with him.
    “No?” he asked.
    “Forty-four…a week from Saturday,” she said nonchalantly.
    He paused and smiled. “You don’t look it.”
    “Charming. Are you this way with every woman you meet?”
    David wiped the counters, moving around her as she finished the dishes. “You may not believe this, Charlotte…but I’m really not great around women. I’m always wondering if they’re spending time with me because they’re truly interested in me or hanging out with me because, well, I’m David King. You know what I mean?”
    “I’ve never thought about what that must be like. I’m sure a lot of women you meet are just looking for their fifteen minutes. It must be frustrating.” She handed him one last dish to dry. “Do you date a lot? Or is that too personal of a question?” She smirked.
    David grinned. “I used to. Date a lot, that is. It got boring after a while. I was always meeting the same type of girl; shallow, plastic bimbos with more matter in their breasts than their brains. When I do red carpets I like going with someone, but even that got old, so now if I do go, I go alone.”
    Charlotte drained the sink of dishwater and realized that for a thirty-year-old, David had a whole slew of problems she’d never had to deal with. It was true; you never knew what other people were going through. Charlotte reminded herself that David was here to relax, not get wound up over his problems. A change of subject was in order.
    “Hey, would you please look at the schedule on the fridge and see if I have cooking duty for breakfast tomorrow?”
    David took a quick glance and nodded. “Yes we do. What time do we start?” he asked.
    Charlotte grinned at the ‘ we’ . “So you’re going to help me? Do you even know how to cook?”
    “I can scramble an egg and use a toaster.”
    “Well, that’s two things more than me.” Charlotte gave the area around the sink one last swipe with the sponge. “We should plan to get in here around seven.” She turned to look at David and wiped a few drops of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. “I usually go for a walk around the lake about now. Want to join me?”
    David hung the now-wet dishtowel over the faucet. “I’d love to.”
    They headed toward the lake, the sun dancing on the smooth sheet of blue glass. Neither of them spoke; the sound of chirping birds was the only soundtrack to their stroll. David broke the silence. “I’d like to read one of your books. Do you have any copies here?”
    Charlotte burst out laughing. “Trust me when I say this; you don’t want to read my books. Read Karen’s or Hendra’s. Not mine. They wouldn’t interest you.”
    David touched Charlotte’s arm, stopping her. “Why? You said you write romance novels, right?”
    “Yes.”
    David shaded his eyes with his hand. “Have you ever seen any of my movies? Okay, yes, I have made a few action films, but I’ve done more love stories than anything.”
    “Yeah, well, there are love stories and there are love stories.”
    “Oh, come on Charlotte--- I