“This is ridiculous.”
“What color was my dress?”
“Claire.”
“Who took me home?”
What he couldn’t remember wounded me. I made him hear what the forgotten evening had felt like.
“I left early,” I told him. “You stayed because Jasmine wanted you to meet someone from New York. At least that was what you told me.”
“I had work.”
“You always had work.”
“I run a global company.”
“Yes.”
I rose to gather another armful of clothes.
“And apparently that requires staying overnight with Jasmine Cole.”
“This conversation is going
