"Because people are cheaters and liars."
"Not everyone."
"And you?" Winn turned his head again, his dark eyes narrowing as if her answer was the only thing in the world that mattered right now. He had a way of looking at people that made them feel undressed.
"I am neither." Her chin lifted an inch. She wanted him to believe that.
"So if I ask you anything now, you'd tell me the truth." It was a trap, a test of her integrity.
"Yes." She swallowed hard. What could he possibly ask? He didn't know enough about her personal life.
Winn leaned his head back against the wall, regarding her with a quiet that made her stomach clench. Then, almost too casually, he asked, "Where did you spend Friday night?"
Her heart tripped. "What?"
"Friday night," he repeated. "Which party were you at?"
Her skin prickled. Why that night? Of all the nights, why that one? Her mind flicked frantically through memories of stage lights, pulsing bass. Panic tapped at the edges of her composure.
