Ken trailed after her, grateful for a modicum of privacy, and hopped easily onto the table, prying the ice pack off his face with a wince so she could take a look. "I flew into a tree," he said. "Because it was dark, I want to make that very clear. Although I may occasionally do asinine things on account of being drunk, I was not, in this case, anything less than stone-cold sober and stone-cold stupid." He gave her a crooked attempt at a winning smile.