“Ah,” Izzy said, after a moment. “I can’t be honest if I don’t know what you’re asking.”

“You know what I’m asking.”

“I don’t know that I do.”

“Oh, come on,” Emma said, exasperated. “Right here, right now, talking like this after what just happened. You know.”

Izzy smiled. “I think I know,” she said.

“You know. You know exactly. Do you only like me because…” And then Emma stopped again, uncertainly, nervously, and still couldn’t make herself say it.