Sadist chuckled. “The chipotle?”
Beth looked at the bottle again and saw he was right, but she could only nod as she coughed and took another drink.
“Hang on, I know what will help.” He disappeared into the other room and came back a couple minutes later carrying a small foam cup. “Here.” He handed her the cup and a spoon. Beth was surprised to find ice cream. Trusting him, she scooped a little and put it in her mouth. The relief was almost instant. Well, on the part it was touching. Another bite helped. By the time she was done, the reminder of the fire was still there but the intense pain was gone, and the rest of their food had arrived.
“Thank you,” she said once she could speak again. “I didn’t expect it to be that hot.”
Sadist smiled. “You have to be careful with that heat, someti
