She wished she could say just one, but she had the feeling that he already knew the truth.
“Twice, last night and tonight,” she said with a pained wince.
“Before or after you talked to me last night?” he asked.
They’d talked at ten, and she’d gone out at eleven. Had he called later? Was that how he knew? Was that why he was home so soon? She was afraid to ask.
“After,” she replied.
“And who did you bring home?” he asked.
“No one,” she stated adamantly, “and that’s the honest truth.”
He believed her, but that didn’t keep him from shaking his head in disgust.
“And tell me, what would have happened tonight? You were hanging all over a man, cozy and coy. I’ve seen that seductive smile on you, were you going to seduce him too?”
“No,” she looked as chagrined as she knew how. “No, neve
