The look Adam gave her because of the almost-insult to his formidable law enforcement demeanor held just as much conviction, but also the same absence of any real spite.
"Careful, you. I've been known to whip out the handcuffs to prove a point," he intoned, watching her over the top of his glass as he tipped it back.
Knowing his beer was going to be one of only a few that evening, he savored it in the manner he usually did whenever he had to work the next day. Getting drunk always felt worse at six-thirty the next morning when he had to roll out of bed and combat the raging headache long enough to painfully drag himself out the door.