“You saw me”—he paused, rubbing a hand through his hair—“and you assumed, and that’s the reason you treated me that way?” “I assumed nothing. You were in her face—” “Let’s get one thing straight. She was in my face.” “Her hand was on your arm—” “Which fell from my arm once I declined her advances and stood to leave, but not before I told her I was going to spend the evening talking to my wife. A description I used for you, Brooklyn. Because since the second you came into my life, I’ve no longer wanted to touch any other woman.”
