Adam realized he'd blown his top a bit.  He wouldn't let himself cry in front of Bethany, but he had so much bottled in that a bit of it had leaked out and he snapped at her.<br/><br/>"Sorry, I'm a little stressed. Can't imagine why."  He chuckled darkly.  No, no reason at all to be stressed.  "Anyway, you look like a pleasant armful Bethany.  I can think of a lot worse ways to stay warm than spooning up to you.  You're probably right.  Some of the others do have boyfriends, maybe even husbands.  I wasn't checking for rings."<br/><br/>He searched his memory, but couldn't remember seeing any rings on any of the women, but they could and probably did have boyfriends and lovers.  What were the odds of four attractive women being unattached.<br/><br/>"What about you Bethany?  Did you leave anyone behind?  A significant other?"  He didn't think so or she wouldn't be talking about spooning up to him so casually.  Could it be that simple?  Or if he cuddled with Bethany would the others think she was putting moves on him?   He glanced at Bethany again.  Was she putting the moves on him?