I still had a bit of my wits about me and dodged Damon's hand again. My action was a bit too sharp, hinting at my irritation.
After a few drinks, my temper was a tad bigger than usual. I blurted out the question that had been gnawing at me, "Why weren't you with Ariel?"
"Mitch called. I was nearby, so I swung by." Damon sat down next to me. That's when I noticed Clara was gone.
He took my hand, casually rubbing the back of it, then asked, "What was that you said earlier? Are you mad because I haven't been in touch?"
I didn't answer him. I only pointed to where Clara had been sitting and asked, "Where's Clara?"
"I had her sent home. Don't worry about it," Damon explained nonchalantly, then circled back to his previous question, "You still didn't answer me."
Since Clara was taken care of, I could have left on my own. So, I ignored Damon, stood up, grabbed my bag, and made to leave.
