Nick was in the middle of another swing when Samantha delivered that line, but he laughed anyway.
Laughing was probably a mistake. He could own up to that. But damn if it wasn't just like her. He'd thought it was charming once, and a part of him that he ruthlessly tried to squash down still did.
"Of course," he shot back once his opponent was down and Samantha was done with her showy acrobatics. "How dare I forget that you're never wrong about anything, ever, even when you are."
For instance, about him. He wasn't going to point that out, but he didn't think he needed to. He knew that misjudging him probably was one of the rare times that she'd been as wrong about something as she had been then, even though it was more of a testament to his skills in deception than her judgement. He wondered how much of her anger over their breakup was really about him lying and how much was just about her being wrong.
No. He knew, even irritated at her and in the middle of a fight, that him lying? That had definitely been the problem.