Marvin pursed his lips, settling back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine. Let’s talk about something else, then.”
Just by the shift in his tone, Claire could tell what was coming next.
“Would you like to explain that video about your pregnancy?”
“Not really.”
“Claire!”
Claire groaned and held her head in her hands. “Why do you even care?”
“You’re doing that to get that Halest boy, aren’t you?”
“So what?”
“You need to let him go!”
“I can’t. You know I…I can’t do that.” How could he even ask her such a thing?
“It’s not fair to him, Claire. He doesn’t know—”
“He doesn’t have to know.”
“Claire!” He leaned forward, his gaze hopeful and brimmed with concern. “Don’t do this. You’re just hurting yourself. And him. It’s not fair…” He reached out and cupped the back
