"So?"
She blinked at the blunt assessment. She glanced up to see challenge in his eyes.
"Does it bother you?" he asked, though his tone suggested he didn't really care if it bothered her. He looked determined and resolute.
"Doesn't it bother you?" she asked hesitantly. "Surely there are more sophisticated women you could have. Educated. Older. Better."
His jaw bulged as he clenched it. "Now you're just pissing me off."
She sighed unhappily.
"You didn't answer my question. Does it bother you?" he persisted.
What could she say? If she were truthful it would only seal her fate even tighter. If she said it did bother her, he might not even care. Or it would make her look like a superficial bitch.
"Bethany?"
