Chapter 78

“What does thatmean?” He scowled, carrying the dishes to the sink. “I don’t showyou enough?”

“What? No.” I stopped. Took a breath. This was unravelling way too fast. “I only meant that I showed him, you, whatever, plenty of how I feel.”

“Him? You showed Myles? What do you mean? When? When did you show him?”

Jesus Christ. He was so good at this. I always lost.

“Yesterday. No, the day before.” I couldn’t remember. Derek already had me feeling cornered. “We had a moment or something. You know—when you were with Boone. I told you about—”

“No, you didn’t tell me.” He was getting upset, but hiding it well, his voice rising with every new question. “Did you—did you two have sex?”

“No. No.” I stayed in my corner of the kitchen, ready for anything. “No sex.”

“But you said you had a moment. And you often used the word momentwhen talking about sex.”

“I do?” I tried to lighten the mood. “Huh. I never realized. Well, this was—”