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September 8 - September 9, 2025
To discovering that you’re allowed to fall in love as many times as possible in your lifetime. Whether it’s with a new lover or an old friend. Whether it’s with the same person, but new versions of each other as you grow. Fucking fall. Do it loudly. Do it at your own pace. Rush. Ease in. Enjoy an instant lust, a slow burn, or a happy for now. Rebound. Fall again. And if you’re craving a little something extra…
Every bourbon is whiskey, but not every whiskey is bourbon. There are rules for bourbon to be called bourbon. It must be made in the United States The mash must be at least 51% corn It must be aged for at least two years in a new, charred, oak barrel The whiskey cannot enter the barrel higher than 125 proof Nothing can be added but water and only to lessen the proof when necessary In Fiasco, Kentucky, there’s one more rule that loosely relates to the bourbon that’s made there: Never fall for a Foxx brother.
Pasties are a must, underboob has to be covered up, and that perfect crescent where my ass meets my thigh can only peek out “by accident.”
“She has a matching beauty mark.” Lily points to the right apple of her cheek. “It’s like we’re soulmates.”
“Is that a knife strapped to your leg?” She quirks an eyebrow. “Did you just think I was happy to see you, Foxx?”
“You don’t want a nice girl right now, Foxx.” “What do I want, then, hmm?” A small moan crawls up her throat as she says, “You want someone to tell you to be a good boy and do what you’re told.”
“You sound so pretty when you’re pissed off and moaning for me.” I can feel her smile before I see it.
“You’re pretty when you’re pissed off too, Foxx. Too bad I couldn’t get you to moan for me this time.”
“Believe me when I say that I’ve tried to forget. But those sounds you made . . . The way you came so beautifully for me . . .” He lets out a small laugh, and my stomach swoops. “That’s not something a man forgets.” When he moves a few inches closer, I have to suppress a shiver. “So no, I didn’t forget your name. You’re making that really fucking hard for me.”
“You call me Peach like I’m sweet, but Foxx, you know better. I’m the furthest thing from sweet.” “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” I yank her hips forward. The move jerks her closer and forces her chest to press into mine. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as what you dripped all over my fingers.”
“What should we toast to? Punches and pepper spray?” With an unexpected chuckle, she studies the color, swirling the bourbon in her glass. “To bourbon and secrets.”
“You feeling soft in your old age, Daddy?” Ace stands up like his ass is on fire and starts down the metal bleachers. “Quit it with the ‘Daddy’ shit, Hadley.” She smiles, wiggling her eyebrows. “Why? Does it give you a little poke in the panties?”
“What does that mean, ‘she’s your friend’?” Lily asks. I stop short. I hadn’t heard anyone. Shit. “She’s my friend too, right?” Lark pipes in, “Yeah, but Dad is going to suck face with her too.” I slap my hand over my mouth, trying to hold in my laugh. “Ew, why? Do you mean kiss her?” Lily says. “Dad, is she a kissing friend like Jordan?” Lincoln says, “Yes—Wait, who the fuck is Jordan?”
I started falling in love with Faye Calloway on the edge of a cornfield, on a stage, over a bottle of bourbon, and every time she’s been in my arms since.
“You show up for your family and the people you care about, and that’s always been what love looks like to me. You are what love looks like to me.”
“I never planned on loving you, Peach. But now, I never plan on stopping.”
