I’m thoroughly confused now and the moment is gone. “Is this some passive-aggressive bullshit I didn’t get the memo on because I don’t know what you’re referring to?”

“Nothing.” She shrugs, turning back to the sheet on the booth ledge like she’s checking something.

“No, it’s something. Say whatever it is you want to say.”

“It’s stupid. I was just being petty. I saw a tabloid article thing that night that was a picture of you and what the headlines referred to as a ‘mystery blonde’ getting into the same car.”

“Oh, that was Natalie. She’s not a mystery.” I laugh. “She’s the head of acquisitions for the company I’m...