"I'm sorry, I missed the memo where it was determined you actually have style, Tony." When he mentioned going to bed alone tonight, but not being one hundred percent certain of it concern traced through Bethany's synapses. She had an urge to force a blood alcohol test on him but thought better of it. He was naked. She had some standards. Even for her concern, though, her face remained unchanged.
"You think. Tony, were you drinking last night?"
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