'Private matters?' Charlotte wondered.
Charlotte stared at Shane, puzzled. “Mr. Fuller, what private matters could there be between us?”
They had only crossed paths as many times as one could count on their fingers, and it wasn’t like they spoke much during those occasions. How could there possibly be private matters between the two?
“It seems you don’t plan to thank me for helping you at the Emersons’ banquet. Perhaps Ms. Emerson isn’t quite as educated as I’d hoped.”
“You…” Charlotte stumbled backward in astonishment from Shane’s effortless disclosure of her identity. However, he grasped her wrist firmly.
Shane narrowed his eyes at her. Still latched onto her wrist, he marched out of the building and stopped in front of his car. In one swift movement, he pulled the door open and stuffed her in.
Then, he walked around the front of the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, immediately starting the engine.