Page 92 of Whiskey Chase
Bootleg Justice for the win.
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Devlin
Scarlett lasted longer at the party than I thought she would. She hung in there patiently while I worked my way through the crowd. Using every weapon in my arsenal, I reassured each person that I was happy and healthy and ready to work. If the questions went beyond probing, Scarlett stepped in with a redirect that usually dizzied the interrogator into submission.
“My great-granddaddy was one of the founders of our town,” she was saying proudly. I loved watching stuffy society try to cover their shock at learning the Bodine family’s bootlegging history told with the same pride as their Mayflower ancestral lineage stories.
An hour after I’d intended to leave, I finally got Scarlett in the car.
We both collapsed against our head rests with twin sighs of relief.
“Well that was somethin’,” Scarlett said.
“You can say that again.”
“I would, but I’m too tired.”
“Are you too tired for—”
“Sex? No, I think I can rouse the energy for a couple of orgasms,” she said, smiling without opening her eyes.
“I was going to suggest pizza.”
“I could definitely eat and then have some of those orgasms.”
I brought her hand to my lips and brushed a kiss over her knuckles. “Pizza and sex sound like exactly the perfect thing.”
“Did you have a good time?” she asked, turning her head to look at me.
“As good of a time as you can have at a work function.”
“Do you miss it?” she asked.
Did I?
“There’s a certain satisfaction in successfully navigating the social minefield of politics,” I said. “But it’s no night at The Lookout.”
She laughed. “I know you’re making fun. But you promised me pizza, and I’m still making up to you, so I’ll choose not to fire back.”
“I appreciate your restraint,” I laughed. I turned the key in the ignition. “Did you have a good time?”
“It was... interesting,” she said slowly.
“Hmm. That certainly sounds definitive.”
“I learned a lot,” she said.
“For instance?”
“For instance, there are catty Misty-Lynn-like assholes in every town.”
I was curious who she’d labeled as a Misty Lynn. There were quite a few likely choices.
“And I learned that it’s never appropriate to use plastic dishes and utensils. And that everyone will like you more if you let them talk about themselves.”
“All accurate assessments. Although I personally believe that Solo cups and paper plates have their place.”
