“Carter,” I said, beating him to it. “Look—” “You honestly think I don’t love you, Ari?” “What?” “You heard me.” He raised his voice. “Do you honestly think that I don’t fucking love you?” “That’s what you said to me before I left, isn’t it? Why wouldn’t I believe it?” “Because deep down I know you’re smarter than that…” He hissed. “I also know you did not fly all the way here to blow me off and act like you don’t know me.”
