“Funny, I could swear I had it in my purse,” I tell him. “And I could swear you were white girl wasted, so you probably shouldn’t trust your own account of events.” I shake my head at him. “You didn’t seem to think I was too white girl wasted for rational thought last night, as I recall.” Carter loops an arm around my waist and pulls me in, gazing down at me rather fondly, given the topic of discussion. “You know who I am, princess. You knew what you signed up for.”
