He puts out his hand. “Scott.”

My hand finds him automatically. “Nice to meet you, Scott.”

He smiles and his blue eyes lift at the corners. “Not gonna tell me your name?”

I pull my hand back and lean into the pillar, trying to make myself small.

He looks away, scanning the crowd to the left and right. Then the pier. When he’s satisfied, he drags his eyes back to me. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

I’m speechless.

“That guy you were with the other night?” he adds. “All curled up on his lap like a pet.”

“I think you have me mixed up with someone else.”

“Oh,” he says, nodding his...