Carina and Donovan are not lovers, although they will be later. Right now, they're just on a journey together, and he's been out all night.
From the cool way she appraised him, it was obvious she had been awake for awhile. "Where have you been?"
"I can't believe you'd go out carousing when—"
"No, Carina. It wasn't like that."
She sat up, pulling the folds of the blanket around her. "Well, what else is one to think when a man stays out all night?"
"I had things I had to do."
"In the middle of the night in a strange town?" She reached for the new dressing robe lying across the chair by her bed. "That sounds like whores, cards and drinking to me."
"Not whores," Donovan assured her. "Absolutely not whores."
"So just cards and drinking."
"Yes." He sat down on his unused bed. "We were out of money, okay? I had to get us some more."
"By playing cards."
"You know that's how I get my money."
"I thought you just stole."
"Thanks a lot."
"So you don't steal?"
"Not always. Okay, so I picked a couple pockets, too. But most of the money I won."
"You picked the whores' pockets?"
"No, I didn't pick their pock--Shit!"
"So, you got wasted playing cards in some whorehouse, lost everything, ended up pick-pocketing, and got . . . what?"
Donovan looked sheepish. "You got any use for a half-dozen pineapple-flavored Trojans?"
Dialogue: bunnygirl.....The Next Line: Anonymous/ril