Alex's words echo in my head, making me shiver: "I don't have sex with drunk women. I prefer them to remember their nights with me."

But I don't want him to think I'm being weird or anything, so I give a light laugh. "That's good to know. I still need to apologize, though, and breakfast is just a start. I want to get your mom something. I didn't mean to drag you away from her party."

He studies me over his fork. "That's not necessary. My mom was concerned for you. ...