Later came after a bottle of wine, closer to two. Davis was jovial, and my lips were loose. I couldn't help it; it just slipped out.
"When are you going to be honest with me about what's going on with your ex?" The words were slurred, and their effect was more sobering for Davis than me.
He glared at me, daring me to continue, but I was too drunk to care. "Excuse me?"
"Well, obviously you had plans to see her and not tell me, so I'm wondering what's really going on?" I became more defiant with each breath I took.
"What exactly are you accusing me of, Callie?"
Davis and I had never fought. In the fifteen or sixteen months we'd been seeing each other, I'd never challenged him, and we'd never so much as bickered.
There was a side of me that Davis hadn't seen. The side that would gou
