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didn’t even dare to dream about before she met Daniel. She didn’t even realize how pathetic and lonely she was until just now.
    One step.
    It would only take one step for her to walk from the shade into the bright, fuzzy light.
    She wanted to bask in the rays of morning light, but why was she scared of taking the first step?
    Engrossed in deep thought, Charlotte didn’t realize she’d meandered into the guestroom. She met a young man dressed from head to toe in black livery as she was about to enter.
    “Good evening, Ms. Winters.” The man inclined his head politely. “I’ve just finished carrying your luggage to your new room.”
    “My new room?” What the hell is he talking about? “Who are you?”
    “Pardon me for not introducing myself. I’m Arthur. I’m Mr. Addington’s butler.”
    Butler. Daniel had a butler. How freaking frou-frou. She shouldn’t have been surprised.
    Wait. What did he say? “I don’t have any luggage. It’s just my purse.”
    “Mr. Addington ordered me to pack your necessary belongings from your apartment and bring them here.”
    “Daniel did what?” A soft cluck sounded from a nearby table. She strode toward it to investigate. She found Silkie—her pet chicken—housed in a small wire cage with fresh hay bedding. “What’s she doing in here?”
    Arthur adjusted his glasses. “Mr. Addington instructed me to bring your pet as well. I had to stop at Petco to get a temporary cage. I wasn’t sure what to get. I hope this is suitable to accommodate the bird for a few days. Once I’ve ordered the more appropriate one, I’ll make the switch.”
    Charlotte pulled her hair in frustration. She wasn’t a confrontational type of person, but she felt like she almost lost it with the butler. Arthur was only doing his job. It was Daniel whom she should direct her anger towards.
    Without a word, she grabbed Silkie from her cage and then snatched her purse before she brushed past the butler, marching towards Daniel to give him a piece of her mind. Who does he think he is? Why does he think it is okay for him to do this kind of stuff, as if I’ve already agreed to become his woman?
    Or would you rather go back into the dark corner again? a part of her reminded with a reproachful tone.
    Charlotte stopped in her tracks.
    It’s easier to run than to face challenges.
    So true.
    But she wasn’t ready. She needed more time, and she had to tell Daniel that.
    Daniel was still talking on the phone when she got to the kitchen. Her irritation returned. That man had stolen a kiss from her, and now he’d moved her into his house as if she’d agreed to everything.
    He glanced at her and his expression changed.
    She was scowling.
    He talked quickly and disconnected. He padded towards her.
    “Mind explaining what’s going on here?” Charlotte demanded.
    “Ah.” Daniel smiled at the chicken, totally ignoring her. “Hello, there. You are much prettier in person.”
    Silkie clucked as he stroked under her beak.
    Charlotte’s scowl deepened at her pet. “Why you little traitor…”
    “Don’t blame her. Silkie thinks I’m a friend. I’m good with animals.” Daniel straightened his tall posture.
    His powerful build intimidated her more than she could admit.
    “We haven’t finished our conversation. I was going to tell you that I’m taking the liberty of bringing your pet here because of our tight schedule.”
    “What schedule?” Charlotte asked suspiciously.
    He spread a hand. “Why don’t we talk more comfortably? Let’s retire to the drawing room and continue our negotiation.”
    She found herself being herded obediently.
    Wait, I’m supposed to be mad at him.
    Daniel smiled charmingly and her defenses crumbled.
    Damn. It’s not fair. How could I not fall for that? Why does he have to be so good-looking?
    Charlotte picked a seat at the end of a sofa. Daniel took his across by the fireplace. As soon as she put Silkie on her lap, the traitorous little chicken flapped her wings,