This wasn't going the way she'd wanted it to, or hell, the way she'd expected it to. "This was a mistake. I didn't come here to rub anything in your face, but it feels like that's what I may be doing unintentionally."

There was a long swallow of the drink in her hand and she rubbed the back of her hand against her mouth, enjoying the burn of the liquor as it went down. "I'm sorry. I'll leave."