"It’s Friday, and I’ve had a long week." I watch as he pours two fingers into each glass. He passes a glass to me and says, "Next Wednesday. Lunch with Colton and me. I expect an answer." I nod in agreement. As I move to pick up the glass, he raises his. "Salute," and we tip back our drinks. I fully expected to wince and gag, but that must be some expensive shit because it went down smooth as hell, leaving a spicy taste on my tongue. As I walk to exit the room, Garrett says, "Be bold, Aria. You already pack a punch."
