Matt Knight felt a stare boring into him and looked up to meet Alice’s lovely green eyes. He smiled shyly, an endearing trait for a married man, in her estimation. She preferred enigmatic men, and right now, Matt had mystery writ large on that handsome brow. She had considered him a strong, silent type until a couple of nights ago.
“Hey, Matt, I hadn’t got you labelled as a headbanger!” She said with a teasing smile.
“No idea what you’re talking about, Alice.”
“Aw, c’mon,” she protested as his mates stared across the table at him, fascinated. “That was you at the rock concert the other night, wasn’t it? With your two girls.”
“Gloria was the dark-haired girl; the blonde was her friend, Jeanne. My youngest is only 12, and I thought it might have been too loud for her. But you know what?”
