"Do you know if Cordelia is coming to the island?" Grayson asked Andrew, assuming he would know the whereabouts of the oldest Thorpe sister. Last he knew, Cordelia moved to London as well. But maybe he was wrong.
Andrew's brow puckered in confusion...
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The little project that required assistance turned out to be installing a wall mount for a forty-eight inch television on the wall adjacent to Charlotte's bed. Because the planning alone required serious calculations, Charlotte retreated to the kitchen for snacks. In the meantime, Grayson took a break to draw the subtle grey and white patterned floor-length curtains closed as the sun sank below the horizon, tucking the world to bed.
"I found the brownies!" Charlotte announced as she carried a little plate into her room along with two glasses of milk.
"You owe me more than brownies after this," he complained, stuffing his mouth with a delicious bite of chocolatey fudge brownies. "Why didn't you just hire a team or something to install this?"
"Little dark in here," Charlotte commented as she stood by the door, punching in random codes on the mounted iPad in the wall which controlled the lights, AC, surround sound system, and fans. Beyond the first floor, the Thorpes renovated every single bedroom as well, including their new state of the art house system, and apparently, new televisions.
Suddenly, the recessed lights in the vaulted ceiling sparked to life and then dimmed to a serene glow. "Got it! This system is bonkers," Charlotte grunted under her breath while she flounced on the bed and picked out a brownie for herself.
Grayson ate his brownie while he stared at the wall where the TV was supposed to be affixed. Tiny pencil strikes marked the wall where he was to drill holes in the wall for the screws. Looking at the large square metal piece, Grayson thought this might be a two-man job and he was, therefore, in over his head. Sadly, this wasn't the first time he had been in this position for Charlotte. And it probably wouldn't be the last.
"How's it going?" Charlotte inquired curiously.
Grayson glanced over his shoulder at her. "This would be going a lot faster and easier if there weren't clothes all over the floor." Speaking of, he kicked an empty suitcase closed and shoved it aside. Charlotte had been going through her things while Grayson measured the appropriate distances for the drill holes. He created a semi-circle of clean ground where Charlotte wasn't allowed to intrude.
"Well can you hurry? I want to watch a movie."
Glaring at Charlotte, Grayson picked up a shirt off the floor and threw it in her face. "You do your job and I'll do mine."
Charlotte balanced her brownie carefully out of the shooting zone of flying t-shirts. "Hey! Watch it!" Setting her brownie down, Charlotte took a swig of her milk and located a coaster in the bedside table where she homed the glass. "Alright, so tell me about this girlfriend."
A twinge of guilt returned at the mention of his girlfriend whom he ditched to help Charlotte hang this TV mount which most definitely could wait for another time. He was burying his remorse with rulers, levelers, power drills, and brownies. "Sabine?"
