"…Before?"
"You were drinking."
"And?"
"You don't usually drink during the day."
"Sometimes I do?" Lane tried to argue, but even he knew it wasn't holding. Yes, occasionally he would crack a beer or something in the early afternoon on a day off, but it wasn't a habit. So, emptying that many cans, when he was just hanging around the apartment alone, was bound to raise some questions.
Lane bit his lip, his mind racing. The reason he had been drinking was that he was stressed out about Blanc and everything going on with the secret organization, but he couldn't tell Damien that. Not yet. Not anytime soon. Not until Damien had a ring on his finger and was locked in place, so that he couldn't back out of it so easily…
But if not the truth, then what? What excuse could Lane give that would sound believable enough for Damien?
