This week’s post is Chapter 6, Scene 2 (1.6.2).
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“You should’ve seen your face.” He’s teaseable. He followed as she went to the kitchen. “In-house joke. But isn’t it colder than Guinness in pubs in Ireland?” Ack!—damn brain. Would he notice she knew his favorite? Shades of Misery. She added ice to an insulated mug, filled it with cold water from the refrigerator tap.
He opened the beer. “Water?” He leaned an elbow on the counter, his face a comical look of pure horror.
He looked so domestic she needed him out of her kitchen. Now. “Come on back—I’ll light a fire—to kill the chill.” She talked over her shoulder as she led the way back. “Can’t tolerate much alcohol, I’m afraid—and I still have work to do.” Damn. That’s exactly the wrong thing to say.
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