It wasn't until we were home that I asked him what she had said to him in the in the kitchen during their exchange.

"Oh, she asked me a question," he responded. "Do you like what you see, Mr. Conners?"

"What was your answer?" I demanded.

"I told her that little girls need to be more careful," he answered me with a hard look.

I was dumbfounded. What the hell?

Before I could say anything, he said one word: "Don't."

"Don't what?!" I exploded.

"Don't lose your shit," he replied firmly.

"What the fuck, Paul? Where is this coming from? Of course I'm going to lose my shit. Flirting with...