#Chapter 12: Stolen Lingerie

I blink, startled. Remember him? I’m not likely to forget the night we shared together, but that can’t be what he means. That just happened not all that long ago. He has to be referring to something else. But… what? “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I say. “Have we met somewhere before?” I have no recollection of that. Someone like Miles, I feel like I would remember. Miles studies my face for a long moment. “Could I be mistaken? Wasn’t it you?” With how much pain is clear in his face, I wish I could offer him an answer that would be satisfactory. Unfortunately, he’s remembering something that I cannot. I couldn’t tell him if the person he remembers is me or not, because I still don’t know what he’s referring to. “Tell me when,” I say. “Maybe I can help.” My words seem to wake him from whatever daze he trapped himself in. We start dancing again, though I notice, he’s added a few inches between us now. I mourn the closeness we once shared, even as I acknowledge th