“Serena,” he said. She paused and turned. “I’m sorry for being such a grouch. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
She gave him a closed mouth smile and then spoke. “It’s okay.” She took a step and then paused with her hand on the door. “Charlie?”
“Yeah.”
“She has no idea.”
He furrowed his brow. “No idea? What are you talking about?”
“Emma,” Serena said. “She doesn’t know. She has no idea why you broke things off with her.”
“I find that hard to believe.” Charlie shoved one hand into the pocket of his jeans, the one holding the hammer fell to his side.
“Well, I believe her,” Serena said. “You might want to make sure whatever it is that you heard about her is true.”
Charlie pursed his lips and nodded. “I have it from a good source.” But as he said it, a sliver of doubt crept in. His brother wouldn’t intentionally ruin something for him. There was no reason for him to lie about Emma.
“Well,” Serena shrugged and pushed open the door. “You’re not a jerk, Charlie. You might want to tell Emma what she did to deserve this kind of behavior, because I’m telling you, she doesn’t know.”