Though it was not in her tone, there was a small bite of rejection in her words and, he thought, perhaps in her eyes. Krem was a little surprised by that. He didn't really know what he thought was right. Telling her, because they had been intimate and because they were friends, had seemed right. Telling her, because their night together populated his thoughts, had seemed right.

He turned to the bottle of whiskey and poured them each a little, because he needed it for himself.