The Night Before I Knew Him
He’s forgetting.
Now for the final test — the one that would tell me everything I need to know.
"You don’t need to worry, honey," I say softly, letting the word honey linger on my tongue, "I told my friend June to grab it from the store for me."
Hermes nods slowly, cutting another piece of steak — and then, suddenly, his hand stills. My pulse spikes. This is it. The moment.
He lifts his head, a faint crease forming between his brows. "June? When did you have a friend named June? You could’ve asked Charlotte — she’s good at selecting fine wines."