"The girl I've pined after for years, my first love, is in the inner pocket of this wallet. Do you want to open it and take a look, Charlotte?"
Charlotte watched him pull a wallet out of his military uniform pocket, his large, slender hand pushing it across to her.
Her heart sank, and her breathing even slowed.
She couldn't help wondering: was his gesture an indirect way of telling her he had no romantic interest in her at all and that his thoughtfulness and care for her were only because of the child in her belly and his duty to take care of classified research personnel?
Still, Charlotte picked up the wallet and, under his cold, dark gaze, slowly opened it.
Her heart grew even more tense.
But she had made up her mind to get an answer that would let her give up once and for all
