"Me neither," she said softly. It hadn't always been true.

She lowered her eyes, partially to give him the privacy of embarrassment and partially to hide her own. This wasn't exactly how she'd envisioned the whole 'getting back on the horse' thing. Maybe she ought to give herself a break. Months of torture and isolation could drive anyone's social skills to seed. But she didn't like it.

Sighing, she looked up at him again. "Can I buy you a drink? Peace offering."