“C
an I fix you a drink of some kind?”
Tess sat at the kitchen table, her purse on her lap, appearing neither comfortable nor relaxed. Yes, please.
Yes, please.Cap took two glasses from the cabinet and set them down on the counter. “I’ve got bourbon and vodka. Might even have a few bottles of beer in the refrigerator.” He opened the liquor cabinet and poked around. He pointed to the bottle of Wild Turkey, but Tess shook her head. When he held up a fifth of vodka, she nodded.
“Mixed with a little orange juice okay with you?”
Yes.
YesCap filled their glasses with ice, poured a few fingers of vodka in one topped with orange juice, then a bourbon on the rocks for himself. He settled into the seat across from her, sipped at his drink, and let out a long sigh.
“Sorry about all this. Proba
