I wait for him to speak. He doesn't.
"And I know that having a letter with someone else's name on it could have meant a million different things. But I don't know I just... you're kind of notoriously mysterious and secretive as it is. The fact that you might not be who you say who you are might actually make you make more sense."
Harlan is silent for a few moments.
"Is this what all this is, then?" he asks finally, gesturing between the two of us. "You trying to play at being a detective and cracking the big case?"
"Are you f*****g serious?" I turn to look at him, my brows knit together, for a moment thinking he is kidding.
A part of me is a little outraged for a second; he is the one who doesn't even want to talk about what "this" is. I shake my head.
"What's happening between us is
