Trey nodded over to the door in the corner of his office. "Moving up in the world. I get my own. Handy for when I get in over my head legally and get explosive diarrhoea from nerves before I need to walk into a courtroom and kick ass." Even hungover, Kyan was nailing him with the twin staredown, the one where it would forever feel like he was reading Trey's mind. More often than not, he could deduce most things. Something like this, though, it wouldn't even cross Kyan's mind. If Trey wasn't allergic to alcohol, he would've been the one who got trashed all on his own. He closed his eyes with a sigh, sinking back in his chair. He wouldn't get away with bullshitting Kyan for too long. "I had a one-night stand."