He nodded, then helped her into the car. For a pair who'd fulfilled their objectives, they seemed a somber couple. Charity frowned as he got in and started up the engine. Where was the celebration? Where was the relief?
"I guess I'd better pack up," he said, once they were back in the apartment. "I ought to get back to my own place." He stood awkwardly, waiting for her to contradict him.
She didn't understand. She looked at him and then away, her heart aching. It certainly felt as though he would like to get out of her apartment and perhaps her life, as well, as soon as possible. Strain had suddenly sprung up between them, and she didn't know what to say. She couldn't even look him in the eye-couldn't bear to be alone with him at all.
"You know what?" she said, beginning to bustle about the apartment, picking up things as she went. "I really should run out to the restaurant. I've neglected it for days, and things tend to fall apart when I do that." She looked up brightly. "You don't mind, do you? I'm just going to run in. I'll be back in an hour or so."
He stood very still. "I guess I won't be here when you get back," he said quietly.
All her hope died and she looked away. "Whatever you think is best," she murmured, taking up her jacket and heading for the door. "See you later."
Ross watched the closing door, then sank slowly, pain fully down into the chair that he had rented for Charity's bedroom. That was where he stayed for the next two hours, until he heard her key in the lock.
"Ross?" She could hardly believe her eyes. "You're still here!"
"Do you mind?"
"Mind?" She laughed, and the world, which had seemed dark and gloomy only seconds before, turned bright again. This was all the reassurance she needed right now. He hadn't run for the nearest exit once he had the chance. He was still here. Racing forward, she threw her arms around his neck.
"Hey!" He rocked back, holding her tight, his eyes closed as he took in every bit of her with all his senses.
"I'm glad you're here. I wanted to invite you to a party." She grinned up at him, happy again. "A slumber party. Think you can make it?"
He grinned back, uncertainty vanquished. "I'll clear my schedule," he said. "As long as you promise this time we'll have the bedroom to ourselves."
They were in each other's arms and it was like old times again. Old times of a day ago. Only this time it was even better.