“You don’t remember kissing me? You don’t remember grabbing me?” “Alicia, don’t.” “Don’t what? Make a big deal out of it? You assaulted me.” I could feel myself getting angry. It was an effort to control my voice and not start shouting. I glanced out the window. Gabriel was at the end of the garden, standing over the barbecue. The smoke and the hot air distorted my view of him, and he was all bent out of shape.
