tablet Charity had placed on the table in front of him. He had recoiled from it like it was a venomous snake.
“You need to find my replacement.”
She had compiled a list of résumés that she felt were suitable and wanted to start arranging interviews. He acted cagey whenever she mentioned his return to London, and in the three days since they had returned from Gracie’s party, he hadn’t mentioned a possible departure date yet.
Not that she was pushing him for one. She was dreading it as much as he appeared to be. But she had to arrange for the closure of the house. Had to organize her transportation back to the Cape. Pack. All of that would be much easier to plan if she had some dates to work with.
“You’re irreplaceable.”
The words were gruff and practically barked at her. But Charity’s heart still turned to mush and puddled into her stomach, leaving her feeling warm and fuzzy and a little queasy. Because he kept saying things like that, and she wanted to scream at him to just stop.
It wasn’t making the situation any easier.
“Miles,” she began tentatively. “We’re living in a bubble right now. And it’s wonderful in here. Everything feels so right between us. But none of this is real. A few months from now, you’ll be remembering this in fond confusion and wondering why it all felt so intense.”
He shook his head and swept the tablet aside in an irritated motion. She encased his hand in both of hers and gave it a comforting squeeze.
“You know it’s true.”
“This is real to me, Charity. Excruciatingly fucking real.”
She swallowed trying to ease the ache that had lodged in her throat.
She was beginning to think she should have chosen to stay with her family when he had given her the option to do so. She could have returned later to say her goodbyes and sort out her belongings.
Because this protracted farewell with Miles wasn’t a sweet, romantic interlude filled with warm, wonderful moments.
It was raw and brutally intense.
“Let’s go for a walk,” she suggested. Pushing to her feet, she tugged at his hand, and he reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled up. “The fresh air will do us both some good.”
Stormy danced around their feet. Walk was her absolute favorite word, and she went into rapturous spasms every time somebody said it. She dashed back and forth between the kitchen door and Miles, clearly keen to get going.
“Okay, pup, we’re getting there,” Miles muttered, shaking his head. They grabbed their coats and Stormy’s leash and harness.
“She’s going to miss the lake,” Miles observed, as he watched his dog streak up the shore ahead of them. Lately he had allowed her more freedom off leash on their walks, especially when they walked along the familiar lakeshore.
“Do you think you’ll be able to devote the same amount of time to her, when you’re back at work?” Charity asked. It was a question that had begun to plague her a lot recently. Man and dog were inseparable, and she wasn’t sure how Stormy was going to cope once she wasn’t the center of Miles’s universe anymore.
He slanted her a surprised look. “Of course, I will.”
The absolute certainty in his voice surprised her.
“She’ll be coming in to work with me. I’m considering implementing a dog friendly workplace. A lot of companies are doing it. It reduces stress, boosts morale and productivity…”
“You’ve been reading up on it, I take it?” she said, a wry note in her voice and he wrinkled his nose, before grinning sheepishly.
“Busted. Yes. I was trying to figure out how I could get away with bringing her to work every day and then reckoned it wouldn’t be fair unless everybody else is allowed the same opportunity. The dogs would have to be socialized, toilet-trained, and we naturally have to consider those with phobias and allergies as well. But it’s doable. But I for damned sure am not leaving Stormy without me for long stretches at a time.”
“That’s fantastic, Miles,” Charity said, happy for both man and dog. Well, mostly for Miles. The man was a wreck without his dog.
Stormy was enthusiastically digging a hole in the soft white sand, a few yards ahead of them, and Charity smiled at her antics. She was going to miss the adorable foundling.
“Tell me what you miss most about your home?” she impulsively invited. Wanting him to focus on the good things he would be returning to and obsess less about what he was leaving behind.