“That’s permanent ink,” Jane said.
“Yes, as permanent as your place is here.”
Jane looked at her. “You do realize that paint could cover it up.”
Charlotte pointed at her with the Sharpie. “Don’t ruin this for me. We’re having a moment.”
“I’m not good at moments.”
“No kidding. Now hush, or I’ll make you hug me again. Maybe even cry too.” She snagged an arm around Jane’s neck and dragged her in close. “Never mind. I’ll hug you.” And she did just that, holding tight while Jane sighed dramatically. “Bad shit happens,” Charlotte said. “To all of us. We’ll deal.”
“You deal better than me,” Jane said.
“That’s because when things get bad, I know I can fly home, where my mom has my name on my bedroom door. It makes everything so much easier knowing I have a room out there waiting for me, always. And I want the same for you.”
“But what if you need the money?”
Charlotte’s throat tightened at the genuine worry on Jane’s face. “I won’t. I don’t rent out my rooms because I need the money. You know that. I need time with my best friend, the sister of my heart, whenever she can get into town.”
Jane looked simultaneously touched and upset. “If I’m your best friend, you’re in trouble.”
Charlotte smiled. “I think I’m in good hands.”
Jane sighed. “You are. You know how I feel about you.”
“Well, I do my best to guess, since you’re such a miser with words.”
“I . . . we’re . . .”
Charlotte raised a brow.
“You’re my person, okay? Happy now?” Jane finally said, and Charlotte felt her eyes sting. She sniffed and Jane stared at her. “Oh my God, what are you doing?”
Charlotte’s eyes filled.
“No. No crying in the hallway!” Jane blinked, her own eyes looking suspiciously misty. “I mean it. You know I have a sympathy cry thing, and you also know I hate to cry!”
Charlotte laughed through her tears. “Maybe I’ve just got something in my eye.”
“Yeah, right.” Then suddenly Jane straightened up like a light bulb had gone off over her head. “Levi.”
Charlotte blinked, confused. “Huh?”
“The present! I think it could be Levi. He’s the one who got me back my locket. And he knows what a sugar plum fairy would mean to me.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before. What was he thinking?”
Charlotte watched Jane pace back and forth. “I don’t know about him, but I’m guessing you’re thinking he knows you far better than you’re comfortable with.”
“It’s like he can read me. What the hell is that?”
It was a man falling hard, not that she could say so without freaking Jane out even more. “And you’re not comfortable with that, not even a little bit.”
Jane gave her a “duh” look and Charlotte felt her mouth curve. “You know you have to thank him, right? And a gift with this level of sentiment requires an in-person thank-you. It’s etiquette.”
Jane leaned back against her bedroom door and thunked her head against the wood.
Charlotte knew better than to laugh, but as it was her greatest wish for Jane to find someone special enough to keep her here in Tahoe, she allowed herself a small smile.