Oh, man. That sounded b****y awful to Izzy. She needed others to save her from herself. She couldn’t imagine having to wade through all the crap in her brain on her own. She’d sooner take a tumble off a cliff. “Wow. You must be, like, really b****y centered or whatever.”
This time, he burst out laughing. “I wouldn’t call it that. Actually, saying it out loud is making me realise I might actually be a psychopath.”
“Oh my God, you are not a psychopath.” Izzy nudged him with her toes. “You’re … Alex.”
His eyes crinkled over his wine glass, and he kept her gaze as he took a long sip of wine. She watched his throat working.
“So why did you and Tasha break up, then? Just out of curiosity.”
“Wow, not prying or anything, huh?”
“Hello, have we met? C’mon. Tell me your ins and outs.”
Alex sho
