The bourbon was starting to warm me up, and I poured another shot into the glass, knowing that I shouldn’t, but right now it seemed to be the only thing that was warming me up. I watched as Megan took the bottle away from me.
“First, being numb won’t help your situation. You need to be fully alert if you’re asking Max for help. Now help me with supper and I’ll text my husband.”
She was right – if I was going into the lion’s den with Max, I needed my wits about me. I couldn’t be drunk or emotional, because Max would see right through me.
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