“You’re right.”
He searched my face, perhaps looking for defensiveness.
There was none to find.
“I trust you,” he said.
“I know.”
“But I can’t remember deciding any of it.”
“No.”
“I need to decide again.”
“Then we start over.”
His thumb moved once against the side of my hand.
“I think we should both get tested.”
Relief loosened something in my chest.
“Absolutely.”
“You aren’t insulted?”
“Why would I be?”
“Because you already know you’ve been faithful.”
“I know what I’ve done. You’re entitled to current information about both our bodies.”
He exhaled slowly.
“Could we go tomorrow?”
“We have Dr. Whitcomb at nine, and the settlement meeting at ten thirty.”
He blinked. “Settlement meeting?”
“The call from Felicity.”
Recognition arrived a beat late.
“Oh. Right.”
“What did she tell you?”
“Something about money.”
“How much money?”
“I’m not sure.”
“You knew yesterday.”
He lowered his gaze.
