“Prove what? I’m wrong? That every single memory I have of you laughing at me is false? What are you going to do? Give me a lobotomy? I gotta say. I am not on board with that idea.”

He chuckles. “Cute and funny.”

“Whatever.” I start to stand. “Are we done here?”

“Wait!” He reaches for my arm, but I pull it away before he can touch me. I don’t need another jolt of electricity from his touch running through me. I’m also a big fat liar, but that’s a topic for another time.

“I’m serious. Let me take you out to dinner and I can prove it.”

“Not gonna happen.” As I walk away, I’m joined by my uncles who are glaring at Aiden. To his credit, Aiden doesn’t piss his pants. He stands and throws some money on the table before nodding at the uncles as he passes.

He reaches the door but before he leaves, he shouts for all to hear, “This isn’t over.”

He walks outside before I have a chance to correct him. This is over. Hell, it never began. My body is not happy with my decision, but she can take a flying leap or adjust. Her choice.