“Whoa, hold the phone. You really don’t have any idea who I am?” He touched my shoulder to stop me from entering the car as I opened the driver’s door. I looked at his hand with an arched brow. He withdrew it immediately. “No touching,” I said. “’Kay. So? You don’t?” He searched my face, his brows leveling with his hairline. I shook my head. “Not even the faintest clue. My condolences to your ego.”
