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dinner. My nipples tightened as my breasts brushed his broad back.
Uh-oh . The heat radiating through me told me I was teetering on the edge of real trouble. I couldn’t believe I was so attracted to this guy. But I was also determined to keep the promise I’d made to myself after that humiliating night a few weeks earlier. I definitely needed to watch my step with Will Brody.
I turned my attention to the screen in front of him. “Um, thanks for doing this, Will. It’ll be nice to be able to get on the Internet here at home. I can stop checking email at the shop.”
“ Okay, let’s take a look.” With an obvious sigh, he clicked the email icon on the desktop before I could stop him. The program began to load. “God, you’ve got a ton of new email. I thought you said you were checking it at the shop.”
“ Oh, no wait.” I put my hand on top of Will’s on the mouse. “That’s not my email, it’s probably Charlie’s old hospital account. I have to use webmail on this computer.”
“ Well, so far we’ve downloaded thirty-seven emails and they’re still coming.” Will pointed to the box racking up the message count, but at the same time, moved his fingers under mine on the mouse. “Want to just let it do its thing? I can open the browser for you to get to your webmail while it’s downloading. Then if you like, I can delete his account and set up your email for you.”
“ Um… I guess.” My pulse was quickening under the gentle massaging action of his thumb on my wrist. But at the same time, my curiosity was piqued about the emails pouring into Charlie’s inbox. Surely the hospital should have closed out his account by now. Will clicked on the browser and the new window covered the email program, but I could see the little counter in the taskbar, still showing emails coming in.
“ When’s the last time you checked this email box, Julie?” Will glanced up at me, his brows furrowed. He gently tugged his hand from mine as a pinging alert sent him back to the email program. It was done.
Good lord, 1,092 new messages.
“ I’ve never checked it before—this was Charlie’s laptop. I brought it along with me because I couldn’t find the charger for mine and his was all together in one bag. Plus, it’s newer and nicer than mine.”
I tossed the towel on the countertop behind me and pulled a chair around to peer at the screen with Will. The inbox list was stuffed with emails, the last one dated yesterday, a year and month after Charlie had died. Will scrolled through the list, stopping at one from Tuckaway Winery—most likely an ad or something. As far as I could see, there wasn’t anything there related to cardiology or the hospital.
My God, this is Charlie’s personal email.
Why had it never even occurred to me that Charlie might have a separate personal email box? When the kids emailed me, they ’d always copied Charlie at the hospital. He never mentioned having a personal email. I tried to think back, but I couldn’t place a time when I’d seen Charlie use this computer at home. He’d always put it in his office with strict instructions to leave it alone. Will’s finger twitched on the mouse button.
Unnatural cold clutched in the pit of my stomach and I grabbed his hand. “Close this out, Will. It isn’t any of our business.”
“ What? ” Will’s eyes widened as he gave a snort of disbelief. “Why?”
“ It feels wrong to go through his private email. It’d be like reading his journal or something. Charlie and I respected each other’s privacy. Hell, I never even opened his wallet without asking him first.”
“ Really? Aren’t you even a little curious?”
“ No. Close the program, okay?” My tone had an edge that I immediately regretted, but I couldn’t explain my reluctance. I simply did not want to peruse those emails.
“ Okay.” With a concerned glance in my direction, he clicked out of the program.
“ I’m sorry.” I searched for the right words as he
Uh-oh . The heat radiating through me told me I was teetering on the edge of real trouble. I couldn’t believe I was so attracted to this guy. But I was also determined to keep the promise I’d made to myself after that humiliating night a few weeks earlier. I definitely needed to watch my step with Will Brody.
I turned my attention to the screen in front of him. “Um, thanks for doing this, Will. It’ll be nice to be able to get on the Internet here at home. I can stop checking email at the shop.”
“ Okay, let’s take a look.” With an obvious sigh, he clicked the email icon on the desktop before I could stop him. The program began to load. “God, you’ve got a ton of new email. I thought you said you were checking it at the shop.”
“ Oh, no wait.” I put my hand on top of Will’s on the mouse. “That’s not my email, it’s probably Charlie’s old hospital account. I have to use webmail on this computer.”
“ Well, so far we’ve downloaded thirty-seven emails and they’re still coming.” Will pointed to the box racking up the message count, but at the same time, moved his fingers under mine on the mouse. “Want to just let it do its thing? I can open the browser for you to get to your webmail while it’s downloading. Then if you like, I can delete his account and set up your email for you.”
“ Um… I guess.” My pulse was quickening under the gentle massaging action of his thumb on my wrist. But at the same time, my curiosity was piqued about the emails pouring into Charlie’s inbox. Surely the hospital should have closed out his account by now. Will clicked on the browser and the new window covered the email program, but I could see the little counter in the taskbar, still showing emails coming in.
“ When’s the last time you checked this email box, Julie?” Will glanced up at me, his brows furrowed. He gently tugged his hand from mine as a pinging alert sent him back to the email program. It was done.
Good lord, 1,092 new messages.
“ I’ve never checked it before—this was Charlie’s laptop. I brought it along with me because I couldn’t find the charger for mine and his was all together in one bag. Plus, it’s newer and nicer than mine.”
I tossed the towel on the countertop behind me and pulled a chair around to peer at the screen with Will. The inbox list was stuffed with emails, the last one dated yesterday, a year and month after Charlie had died. Will scrolled through the list, stopping at one from Tuckaway Winery—most likely an ad or something. As far as I could see, there wasn’t anything there related to cardiology or the hospital.
My God, this is Charlie’s personal email.
Why had it never even occurred to me that Charlie might have a separate personal email box? When the kids emailed me, they ’d always copied Charlie at the hospital. He never mentioned having a personal email. I tried to think back, but I couldn’t place a time when I’d seen Charlie use this computer at home. He’d always put it in his office with strict instructions to leave it alone. Will’s finger twitched on the mouse button.
Unnatural cold clutched in the pit of my stomach and I grabbed his hand. “Close this out, Will. It isn’t any of our business.”
“ What? ” Will’s eyes widened as he gave a snort of disbelief. “Why?”
“ It feels wrong to go through his private email. It’d be like reading his journal or something. Charlie and I respected each other’s privacy. Hell, I never even opened his wallet without asking him first.”
“ Really? Aren’t you even a little curious?”
“ No. Close the program, okay?” My tone had an edge that I immediately regretted, but I couldn’t explain my reluctance. I simply did not want to peruse those emails.
“ Okay.” With a concerned glance in my direction, he clicked out of the program.
“ I’m sorry.” I searched for the right words as he
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