“No.” He shakes his head. I start to breathe a sigh of relief, until he says, “Since the second night.”
“The second—” I press both palms over my eyes until I see stars. “Oh my God.”
“No. Shut up. I’m talking.” I drop my hands and glare at him. “This is over. Whatever this was or wasn’t, it’s done. I’m out. This was a bad idea from the very start and I should’ve known better, and I did know better, and I did it anyway because I am apparently the dumbest woman in the universe.”
He doesn’t react. That’s the thing about Kir that drives me absolutely up the wall. When I yell, he goes quiet. When I escalate, he settles. It’s infuriating. I want a fight and he keeps giving me a chess match.
“You done now?” he asks again.
“Good.” He uncrosses his arms and puts his hands on his knees. “Then le
