“One more for courage. Salud.” His hand brushed mine as he handed me my shot, and a tiny jolt zipped down my spine. The whiskey burned smooth enough to dampen any concerns over my body’s strange reactions tonight. “You didn’t answer my question truthfully,” I said. Warmth buzzed over my skin and pooled in my veins. I held my liquor pretty well, but the drinks were strong, and I didn’t resist the intoxication as fiercely as I normally did. It felt good to let my control slip. Just a little bit.
