“You weren’t there,” I point out. “So you don’t really know.”
“I know women.”
“Jade,” I say quietly. “What if I got it all wrong, what I saw in the kitchen?”
Jade looks at me carefully. “Do you think you did?”
I close my eyes, and the kitchen flashes behind them. Willow smiling, leaning forward to display her breasts, her fingers around Locke’s wrist. The easy intimacy of it all, and the way he stood there and let her.
“No,” I whisper. “I don’t think I imagined it.”
“Then stop forcing yourself to borrow everybody else’s doubt.”
“What if I ruin everything with Locke?” I open my eyes. “I mean, what if I accused him unfairly?”
“Then you apologize.”
“That simple, huh?”
“No.” Jade picks a mint from the basket, hands it to me. “But survivable.”
“You’re really on my side, aren’t you? E
