Chapter 3

I took a deep breath, telling myself to stay calm.

"You might want to see a neurologist," I said with a fake smile. "Honestly, you just rub me the wrong way, okay?"

"No." Ethan shook his head. "You said I'd end up liking homemade liquor, but not red wine. That's way too detailed to just be made up."

I froze.

When did I say that?

Oh, right. I'd gotten so carried away yelling on the rooftop that I accidentally spilled some details about Ethan from the original story.

I really wanted to slap myself.

"I was just..." I stammered.

"And…