‘I prefer redheads, but that’s off the table, so I’m improvising. I can’t sit downstairs twiddling my thumbs and not sampling my own goods. It would look wrong. Suspicious … Unless you’re offering?’ That manipulative look in that smug face gets me, and I know exactly what he’s doing.

He’s testing me to see if I bite. To see if he still has an emotional hold on me and trying to make me jealous. He’s goading me because I rejected him in Miami, and he wants to know how ...