"Of course I do," I rushed to respond, stepping closer. "Jay, don't be mad. I promise it won't happen again."
"You know, these past few days I kept thinking—if you didn't show up again, we'd never see each other for the rest of our lives. I know so little about you. I don't know where you live, or where you like to go. Once you cut me off, I can never find you again."
"I was wrong. I really was. I'll tell you all that when we get back, okay? Jay, please don't be mad."
I grabbed his wrist and pouted, acting cute. It was an instinctive move. By the time I realized it, he had already taken my hand.
He sighed. "Nancy, what am I supposed to do? It feels like you've got me wrapped around your finger."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
But he clammed up. "If you're too dense to get it, forget it
