Bash winces. “This is gonna be sweet as hell.” “There is some good news.” His dark gaze flicks to mine, and an airy flutter in my chest distracts me for a beat. “The good news…” I lick my lips. “The good news is that there is tequila floating around in all that sugary juice.” He nods, not looking away. And though I’m not usually one to squirm under a man’s attention, I feel my cheeks flush as this one looks me over. His gaze is appreciative, and I revel in it. “That’s a great point. And when stuck in an airport overnight, some tequila is better than no tequila.” I straighten, propping my
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