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"Yes Thank you," she whispered He squeezed her again, then let her go

"Good I’lad I told you, communication is key," he reminded her She nodded and walked around to stand in front of him

"I know, I know I shall always listen to you, from this day forth," she prattled on, then looked around the large roo on in here?"

Much like in the uest house had a bar built into it, though ainst a back wall All of them were open, and the counter tops were filled with all different kinds of liquor and spirits and mixers Sanders cleared his throat

"The last person to stay in this house was a business associate of Jaanizing what’s left, alphabetically, andon the bottles were the liquid levels are," he explained She laughed

"Afraid so forward and looking through the alcohol

"No It just makes me feel better to know," he replied She nodded

"Understandable This is impressive, Sandy, he doesn’t have this uys don’t mess around when you stock up," she coet fro about that I wondered if you would do so for me," he said She turned around, surprised

"Of course, anything Shoot," she told him

"I wondered if you would make me a drink"

Tate was shocked Sanders didn’t drink As far as she knew, he had never drank Along side Jaht clubs and top-of-the-line bars and the best wineries in Europe, but he didn’t drink

"Why?" she asked He shrugged, his eyes nothers

"I have never done it I have been curious about it for a long tih to do it with," he replied in a bored voice She felt all warm inside Her? Not Jameson?

Take that, Satan

"Sandy, you’re so sweet towith South Boston’s best bartender!" she said, clapping her hands together

"I was hoping you could suggest so I have never done this before," he re for shakers and glasses

"Hmmm, let’s see Perfect drink , well, you look like a sexy James Bond, so how about a martini Shaken, not stirred," she did a crap Sean Connery impression

"I do not look like James Bond"