Page 73 of Wild Wind


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Archie peered in and busted out laughing again.

And again, Jag grinned at her while she did it.

“Are you a mixologist?”she asked.

“No, I just never know what mood I’m gonna be in.”

She surveyed the contents of the very stocked cabinet thentold it, “I’m an amateur, but I dabble in the mixological arts.”She looked upat him.“Prepared to be adventurous?”

“Always.”

She gave him a look that was both hot and approving beforeher eyes skidded through the cut potatoes he had on the baking sheets and cameback to him.

“I’m on drinks,” she declared.

“Gotcha,” he replied, taking her hint, moving to the bakingsheets and grabbing the olive oil.“You hungry?Or youwannawait?”he asked to be certain.

“Hungry,” she answered.

“Cool, dinner in around twenty-five,” he muttered, and gotto it with the olive oil, salt and pepper on the oven fries.

He was sliding them in when she was sliding a glass next tothe stove.

“I went with a pear base,” she shared.

“Pointing out the obvious, since I had a can of juice, I digpear,” he told her and picked up his drink.

She held hers out.

He grinned at her and clinked.

He tasted it.

She’d gone with spiced rum, some lime, a ginger ale float.

“Nice,” he said.

Her black eyes twinkled before she tipped her head to theside and stated, “Right, so, my girl Joany, who’s a friend, but she’s also onstaff at S.I.L., got a load of you when you made your presence known at thestore.And when I told her we were a thing, she told me I have some viewing todo.”

The cocktail she made kicked ass.

But when she said that, all he could taste was bitterbecause he knew exactly what she was talking about.

She didn’t miss it.

“Jagger?”

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, took another sip, tasted thepear, lime, ginger and spices again, and that was much better.Then he went on,“Blood, Guts and Brotherhood.Our president, Rush’s old lady, Rebel isa film director.She did that documentary on my Club.”

“Didn’t you like it?”

“It was great.”

“Then why, from when I mentioned it, to right now, do youlook like youwannathrow up?”

He put his drink down, moved to her, and caught her at bothsides of her neck.

Then he dipped his face close to hers.