She shrugged one shoulder. “How does any of it? Sometimes, it just does.”
Then realization hit, determination and excitement both filling me. “Bri, do you think our hosts would be willing to share another pitcher of that wine tonight? I need to have a conversation with someone, and apparently, the only way to do it is to get piss drunk.”
Both of us looked up to where Reed and his brother stood at the far end of the porch, facing away from us to give our conversation privacy.
Brielle turned a wicked grin on me. “Goddess, yes.”
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lana was more than happy to procure me another pitcher of spiced wine, with a stern warning that it would be the last. Apparently, overuse could get you stuck in a dream state, and their pack only imbibed it twice per year as a rule. Unfortuna
