Miles
"I really hate the way that rum tastes like," I grimaced, pushing the bottle and cup toward Gavin.
He smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "Aww, Cheryl is here," he teased, completely ignoring my protest.
I scowled. "I don’t know what you were thinking making rum from apple juice."
Before Gavin could respond, Isaac finally looked up from his iPad, tossing it onto the table. "Guys, I think I want to buy a yacht and name it after my wife."
"Aww… you want to buy a yacht and name it after your wife?" Cheryl slid onto my lap with a bright smile, hijacking the conversation. "That's so romantic!"
She picked up Isaac’s iPad and scrolled through the selection of yachts. "If you're looking to buy something she’d like, then this one is beautiful," she said, handing the tablet
