"You're asking me to believe that you never..."
Tina shot him a look. "Never what?"
"Never, you know..." He fumbled for a euphemism. "Got jiggy with it?"
She might have laughed if the conversation weren't so accusatory. "Well, I went out to clubs. Just dancing with friends."
"Guy friends?"
"Friends," she said firmly. She hated having to defend herself, but she wanted him to trust her again. Still, she had to draw a line somewhere. "But it never got out of hand. Never, you know, racy."
"Still a good Southern girl, then?" he asked with obvious doubt.
"More so than you, it seems." Her eyes gestured to the bottle of beer in his right hand.
He followed her glance, smiled without a trace of amusement or amity. "I had my first one five years ago. After a really bad day." Adam brought the bottle to his lips and drained it, then pushed back from the counter and stood. "Let's just say this one hasn't been the best either."
He breezed past her, leaving the eyes of whole diner in his wake.
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