I loved Charlotte she was a feisty little hellraiser, but yet she remained a lady, "without a word she knelt beside his hips and he saw that she held a small glass jar in her hands. “Ointment for your wound,” she explained with a lopsided smile. “May I?” It was all Ty could do not to chuckle. After all that had transpired in the last hours, only Charlotte would feel the need to ask his permission to touch him now." I enjoyed this book I loved Ty he was the perfect man for Charlotte.