“You got laid,” she whisper-hissed. “Shhh!” I said, grabbing her arm. “I really don’t need Walter or our patrons knowing the details of my sex life.” Thea grinned in a way that made her look slightly deranged. “Sex life means more than once.” My cheeks heated. “At the country bar?” she pressed. “Maybe,” I whispered. “I knew it! I told Shep you two looked way too rumpled to have only been talking back there.”
