“How well you know someone isn’t always measured by a clock or a calendar . . . or the number of times you’ve done it, for that matter.”

“I know that,” she said, anger rising in her.

“So while you might concede that to be true in some cases, you can’t accept it with me. Because you can’t trust what you’re feeling because of all the movie-star shit. You believe I have some kind of standards and values that are completely foreign in comparison to yours. You actually think that I live in some kind of world where I would ask you here for a getaway because I’m crazy to...