Baby narrows her eyes. “What?” “When I’ve asked you about your girlfriends—and I use that term loosely—you’ve had no problem describing them and giving me their name because you know I’ll never meet them.” She cocks her head. “Which means, there’s either a chance of running into this new gi—person … or … I’ve already met them.” I don’t miss the way she switched pronouns. Shit. I run a hand through my hair. “If you could, like, not be so perceptive, that’d be great. Thanks.”
