“You don’t get it,” I mutter. “You’re right, Jade. I don’t. Why do you want to know so much?” I spin on him and stare at him incredulously. “Because I care about you, Clay. And it’s not about the woman. It’s about the fact that something has been bothering you since you saw her, but instead of opening up to me, you fake a smile and tell me it’s complicated.”
