“About last night.” She flinched. “Must we discuss last night?” He buttered his toast in slow, even strokes. “I think we must. Some apologies are probably in order.” “Oh.” Nodding, she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry for taking advantage of you.” He choked on his bite of toast. “No, really,” she went on. “You were exhausted and more than a little drunk, and I was unspeakably shameless.” He shook his head and made noises of disagreement. He washed his toast down with a quick sip of tea.
