"When do you plan to tell them you’re a woman?"

At my question, Laura leaned back on the sofa with her signature smile still on her face. She sipped from the teacup in her hand, and I was about to assume she wouldn’t answer, but to my surprise, she spoke.

"Sooner or later, the truth will come out. I believe I mentioned this before. Why the sudden interest?"

"Look at the situation we’re in. Don’t you feel sorry for yourself?"

I stabbed at the tempting strawberry chocolate cake on the plate in front of me with a fork. There was …