“So then why wouldn’t I be OK with it?”

“Well…” I kicked off a tangle of sheets. “It was after we hooked up. Some guys, that would bother them.” It would have definitely bothered Vic.

“It’s fine.” He reached for me but I stopped him. Mainly because I was pretty sure my morning breath was horrific. But also because he was so casual about this that it was raising my own questions.

“Do you have someone like that? An ex that is still … around?”

“You mean, like Presa?” he raised his eyebrows and I fidgeted with the edge of the sheet. “Before that show, I hadn’t seen Presa in months.”

Months. I would have preferred years. “Anyone else?” The memory of the cute little brunette he’d been palling around with a few weeks ago — Brit — came to mind.

“Someone who gives me gifts that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars and drags me into isolated places for impromptu sex?” he shook his head with a smile. “No.”

“I’m serious.” I turned to face him, my eyes catching on the clock. “Do you?”

“No.” He pulled at the front of my shirt and I was forced into a kiss. “I don’t.”

“Vic and I are over.” I said the sentence a second time, because surely that would make it true.

“Maybe you should tell him that.” He said it simply, without an edge to the words, but they still cut me to the bone. I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather do less.

“I don’t know…” I stood up and headed to the bathroom, beelining for my toothbrush.