When he didn’t respond, Charlotte raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is there something else you want?”
“There is.” Anthony reached out, gently lifted her chin, and leaned in to steal a quick kiss on the corner of her lips. He stepped back with a satisfied, crooked smile. “Now there’s nothing.”
Charlotte pressed her lips together, her clear eyes narrowing as she studied him. “Really? You promise?”
Lately, he’d been acting off. Like he was hiding something from her.
Was it the gene mutation flaring up again? That thought made her face fall a little. She grabbed Anthony’s wrist and pressed her fingers against his pulse.
Steady. The mutation had been slowly healing. Physically, he was fine. So, what was it?
“I’m seriously fine,” Anthony said, noticing her worried look. He smiled just a little, eyes sparkling, his voice dropping low and husky. “If you don’t believe it, you could always check for yourself. In fact…”
He looked right at her, mischief clear on his face as he grinned like a fox, voice rich and low. “It’s been a while, you know…”
“In your dreams,” Charlotte shot back, yanking away her hand and giving his chest a playful jab with her fist. She didn’t look back as she marched for the door, tossing her words over her shoulder.
Anthony chuckled, watching her leave, the smile in his eyes growing brighter. He called out softly, “How’s everything going out there? What about Lottie?”
“All set, sir,” Hans replied, standing straight. “Andrew and Shirley are ready to get Charlotte out tonight, just like you wanted.”
Anthony had been running the show himself, leading everyone through nonstop training from morning till night. There was no way anything would slip through the cracks.
“Good.” He turned away, grabbing his phone and texting both families to let them know. Now everything was set. All they needed was Lottie.
—
Later, around lunch.
Just as Charlotte was leaving the lab, Andrew called.

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