Now that was very unfortunate timing with Evan. Not to mention the mention of Johnny and that... that wasn't the reaction Mary had been expecting. Was that jealousy in his voice? She'd only heard that tone once or twice and it was usually after some guy tried to get handsy at a bar.
Mary didn't say anything for a moment as she poured the coffee and tried to work through what to say and how to feel about it all.
It was funny, but she was pretty sure she'd never spent so much time trying to figure out her own damn feelings in her life.
She didn't ask how he'd take the coffee. Maybe she should have asked to at least keep from yet another jarring moment of surprise at her comfort level and knowledge of his preferences, but she wasn't thinking about that right now. She just set both of their coffees on the table and gestured for Johnny to sit.
"Well, we were in a bed. But it's not like anything had actually happened," she said, wondering if she was actually explaining herself to the guy who wouldn't be her lover for another 30 or so years, if things were back on track. Was that necessary or had she imagined that little hint of jealousy?
She just hoped that he didn't ask how Evan knew about him. That part was a little bit more difficult to explain without going to an even more awkward place in saying that of course she'd thought it was him when she'd woken up with a very male body next to her and without a whole lot of clothes in between them.