“Well, you don’t strike me as a whiskey drinker, but I have some tequila and vodka behind the wet bar. I could cut it with something if you want.” “You don’t think I drink whiskey?” I cock an eyebrow. “Do you?” “I can do whiskey,” she says primly, determination in her eyes. I have to bite back a laugh. This woman will never turn down the chance to make something simple into a challenge. I get the feeling that even if I married this woman, I’d have to drag her down the aisle kicking and screaming. That thought gives me pause, my chest fluttering, but I brush it away as I move to the wet bar
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