SILAS

Isabella blinked. “I knew you were drunk. I didn’t know you were blacking out.”

I stepped farther away from her. “And that makes it better?”

“You were conscious, Silas. You knew who I was. You talked to me, kissed me, touched me and told me you wanted me there.” Frustration crept into her voice. “I had no reason to think you wouldn’t remember any of it the next morning.”

I couldn’t reconcile that man with myself. “So I did all of that and then treated you like nothing happened the next day? And that never seemed strange to you?”

She scoffed. “I thought you were acting cold because you...