“But not a single one of them helped erase the memory of you, Bella. Not even for a second.”
She tipped her head back, looking him in the eye. “I want to believe you, but I can’t.”
“Why?”
“You’re… me.”
“What?”
“All my life I’ve been afraid to commit. So have you.”
“I haven’t been afraid. I just haven’t found anyone worthy of committing to, until now.”
“You can’t say that,” she said, shaking her head. “We don’t even know each other.”
“We spoke every day for weeks before Vegas. That’s a hell of lot longer than I talk to most women before we have sex.” He knew he’d just stepped in it when she glared at him. “But it’s not just about getting to know you. It’s how well I’ve gotten to know myself because of you.”
“I’m not following.”
He hated that they were surrounded by people. He wanted to have this conversation in private, where he could hear himself think. “Did you drive here tonight?”
“No, I was planning to Uber.”
“Let me take you home. I have a car and driver waiting. It’ll give us a chance to talk.”
She looked around as though she was weighing her options before she said, “Okay, just let me say goodnight.”
