“Damon,” Summer said slowly, shaping the syllables with care. “It suits you.” She followed the exchange with the bartender with eyebrows climbing into her hairline, then murmured, “It’s usually considered impolite to cheat so obviously in public. After all, he’s only doing his job.”
Damon looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “Cheat? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, taking a sip of his own drink and smirking. He looked her over before licking his lips. “What would you know about cheating, anyway?”
Running her finger around the rim of her empty glass, Summer glanced away, eyes flicking to the tv, and back. “Enough to be extremely surprised that you comprehend my use of the word.” She turned in the chair enough to fix his blue eyes with her green ones. “You can’t lie to me, Damon.”