His shoulders tensed at her observation, so casually made and so uncomfortably accurate, and he made the motion of stretching his neck to mask it. They'd been married, that made sense, but it hadn't occurred to him how much this other him would have let her in. Did she really know him that much better than his own Anna did? Did she really, completely, accept that part of him? Was he really that pathetic as to rob a man hosting a charity banquet for education in more than one reality? That, he thought, was probably the worst part of it.

The smooth talking Cajun cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably, clearly thrown off his game somewhat, and didn't look over to her when he replied.

"What gave ya dat idea?"