“Did you and Merrick ever hook up?” I interrupt. He gives the bartender a salute as he leads me toward the stairs. “No.” “Henry …” “Why would I lie? You know I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve done.” His lips twist. “But there is a story.” I knew it. “What happened—” “Not now, Abbi. We have the event of the year to get to.” His tone brokers no argument.
