He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty, then another, and tossed the bills at the table. "Get a Plan B as soon as you can. That's all I ask."

I glared. He met my gaze with an inscrutable, lonely expression.

"So you don't want to fuck me when I actually want to fuck you?" I said. It was bait to make him fight me, which in turn was bait to make him stay.

"You don't want to fuck me, Catherine. And that was never a problem."

"So what?"

"It is now."

He left the door open and walked down the hallway. I heard him take the steps,...