Charlene sat down across from him with a steaming mug in her hand. “Well, go on.” She paused to take a sip. “Tell me what happened with Hannah.”
Fox’s chest wanted to cave in just hearing her name. “How did you know?”
“It’s like I always say, a man doesn’t bring a woman to bingo unless he’s serious about her.” She tapped a nail against her mug. “Nah. But in truth, I could tell by the way you looked at her, she was something real special.”
“How did I look at her?” He was afraid to find out.
“Ah, son. Like a summer day showing up after a hundred years of winter.”