Ordinarily, after what she’d been through, a statement like that would have sent her into a panic. Not now, not with him. She was curious, but not frantic with worry, riffling through a dozen mental images of him betraying her in some way. She had that much trust in him. “Oh?”

“Remember that first night at my house last year? When you got drunk?”

“How could I forget?”

“Did you by any chance have a really hot dream…?”