I was pretty sure that wasn’t even a thing. “Is this about wrecking your mom’s car?”
“Partially. So are you not social by choice, or due to your personality?”
Again, I was struck by how he could turn the subject from himself to me as easily as flicking a wrist. “What do you mean, my personality?”
He shrugged. “You are a bit prickly.”
“I am not prickly,” I said, sounding exactly that way. I took a breath, resetting. “I just... it’s been a hard year. Dating hasn’t exactly been a priority.”
He shuddered. “God, who wants to date?”
“Not you, apparently.”
“I like the process, not the endgame. Courtship is my thing.”
I just looked at him. “Did you really just say courtship was yourthing?”
“Prickly and hard of hearing, are we?” I made a face, which he returned, before saying, “There’s a reason they call it the thrill of the chase.”
“So you don’t do commitment.”
“Why would I? That’s what they do with crazy people,” he said. I sighed. “Look, it’s not like I’m tricking anyone. I am clear in the fact that my intention is to have, well, no intentions.”
“Did you not just promise a dance, a shot, and a bag of chips?”
“That’s not a relationship, it’s a list. There’s a difference.”
The door slid open again. I was expecting yet another girl in a boa, but it was Jilly who stuck her head out, scanning the deck one way, then the other. When she saw me, she exhaled and hurried over.
“I have been so worried!” She’d taken off her shoes, which were actually a pair of mine, at some point. “What happened to you? One minute we were having fun dancing and then you were gone.”
“I got light-headed,” I said.
“And groped,” Ambrose added. “Jughead and his big ears were all over her. You finally get a chance to make her social andthat’sthe route you choose?”
It said something about how concerned Jilly was that up to this point, she hadn’t paid much attention to Ambrose. Usually, she didn’t miss anything, especially a male anything. Now she’d spotted him, and she was pissed. “Who the hell are you?”
“Ambrose Little,” he said, sticking out his hand. “I work with Louna.”
“No, you don’t.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because she’s my best friend and I know everything about her, including whom she works with. I’ve never seen you in my life.”
“Well. Don’tyouthink a lot of yourself. You don’t know someone, so they don’t exist?”
She just looked at him, not used to being off her game in this way. Then, prioritizing, she waved him off, turning back to me. “I had no idea Eric was getting handsy. I’m sorry. It was crazy out there.”
Man, I’d been way off on the name. Not that I felt bad about it, at this point. “It’s okay. It’s just been a long day, and...”
“I know.” She looked at Ambrose. “Who is this guy?”
“Ambrose Little. I work with Louna.”
“No,” she said firmly. “You don’t.”
“Actually...” I began. Now she looked confused. “Since this afternoon, he kind of does. His sister is a client. He was dancing nearby when Eric was getting grabby and he...”
