Merlina blinked, disoriented for a second, as if shaken from a trance she hadn't realized she'd been in.
"What do you mean?" she asked, aiming for casual, but her voice betrayed her. Tight and a little too careful, like she was afraid of the answer.
Megan watched her closely, the way a friend watches someone who's clearly off balance but pretending not to be. "It's not hard to notice."
Merlina stayed silent, unsure of where this conversation was going, her fingers tightening on the wheel.
"He offered you a ride, gave you his car, even followed you to the restroom…" Megan's voice was slow, almost cautious now, like she was laying down pieces of a puzzle she wasn't sure she wanted to solve. "That's unlike the Craig Lesnar we know."
