"As if," she snapped, regaining some semblance of composure. And, as if it somehow proved just how unaffected she was, Mia scraped off the remainder of egg on her shirt, before she tugged it over her head, leaving her in a black sports bra (she had come from practice, after all). There was nothing wrong with that. She'd worked out in just a sports bra when it was hot enough. The fact that Tino was here didn't make it any different as long as her shorts were on. It was less revealing than a swim suit.