When she heard the knock at the door, Latham took his time setting Dorothea down. He stood up, straightened his suit jacket, and gave her a calm look. “I’ll wait for you downstairs. Take care of your work first.”
Dorothea just stood there, lost for words.
“Come in.”
She hadn’t expected Latham to just leave like that.
Mamie pushed open the door, surprised to see Latham coming out of the office. She nodded politely, greeting him with her usual professional calm.
“Dorothea, here’s the data you asked for.”
“Thanks.” Dorothea glanced at the clock. “It’s already five thirty. Let’s call it a day. We’ll go over the reports tomorrow morning.”
“Okay.” Mamie had a good relationship with Dorothea, but not the kind where you dove into deep, personal conversations.
She noticed something was off in Dorothea’s expression, but kept it to herself and gently closed the door on her way out.
Dorothea was still standing in the same spot where Latham had just held her. Her heart wouldn’t settle down.
If he never had a first love, then what about the tattoo under his collarbone... Did “W.L.” really stand for Dorothea Lane?
Was that possible?
But the tattoo looked old, like it had been there for years. Back then, she hadn’t even met Latham. How could it be about her?
Dorothea took a slow, deep breath and walked to the parking garage. She thought for sure Latham would ask her for an answer right away.
But when they had dinner, Latham didn’t mention anything about what had happened in the office. Not a single word.
Dorothea hadn’t worked through her own feelings yet. Her mind was still a mess, so she kept quiet too.
“There’s a summit in the south. I’ve been invited to attend. I’ll be back by the weekend,” Latham said softly.
The weekend was only two days away.

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