Images of last night flashed through his head and Becks was starting to put two and two together, the question was, where had the catalyst come from. He hadn't had enough to drink to cause this. Drunk Becks was still smart enough not to sleep with married women. It had all happened quite suddenly, that much he remembered. Had they been jinxed somehow? Something in what they drank? He hadn't the foggiest.

"As stunning as you are," Because she was beautiful, even standing there in only a blanket with tousled morning curls and a look of concern on her face, only idiot would deny that, but no amount of allure was enough for Beckett to get tangled up with a married woman. "And as unscrupulous as my morals can be, I do tend to avoid married women." He assured her, though she honestly had no reason to believe him. "We must have gotten a push at the ball last night, somehow." Ugh, he was unsure of how he wanted to deal with this.