Chapter 4
We decided this called for a drink. I had forgotten about the well-supplied liquor cabinet I had inherited along with the house, and, of course, had added to it. Though, going to the liquor store for more was probably a bad idea. If we ran out, we could always steal more from the neighbors. Gotta be some silver lining to the clouds, if you look hard enough.
We were sitting in the den on the couch, together, with the bottle of red wine on the table in front of us, both holding expensive-looking goblets with too much wine in them to be classy. They had come with the house, too.
“I do apologize,” I said. “It just seemed like a good idea at the time. I was so sure I’d be back before you’d wake up, and I did leave you a note. I won’t do it again.”
“If you do,” he said, lifting his
