The Sixteenth Drink
Paige Vest
The First Drink
“You opened our bottle.”
Gregory’s voice startled me and I almost knocked the glass from the bar as I spun to face him. He couldn’t be there. It wasn’t possible.
His laugh was rich, and goosebumps erupted on my flesh. Even in my confusion, I realized that my reaction wasn’t caused only by shock and fear; I missed him terribly and my longing was palpable.
“I’m not angry, Lessie. We were to share it on our tenth, right?” His dark eyebrows knitted in a frown. “That is...today, isn’t it?”
I shook my head, forgetting for a moment that it was our wedding anniversary. Just not our tenth.
When I opened my mouth to speak, I succeeded only in producing a small, choking sob. Gregory’s frown deepened as he approached and touched the bottle with on
