"What the hell is going on?" Amy demanded as she stared at Charlie who was leaning back in his chair. She looked around at the mess- she'd never been inside his home like this before and somehow she hadn't imagined him to be such a messy man.
"I'm glad you came." He said, offering her glass of wine but she shook her head.
"Oh that's right. You can't." He said with a chuckle. Amy stared at him. "That's right. I know you're pregnant with Matteo's baby."
"Did they tell you that?" She asked, looking at him. He was wearing a wrinkled button up shirt, no tie and it was not tucked into his pants neatly as she had seen on previous occasions.
"You don't have to answer that. Of course, they did." She said, shaking her head. "Except it's not Matteo's baby."
"That's not what they said." Charl
