Chapter 9
Abby accepted a flute of something that looked like champagne and smelled like spring. “French 75.” Paige whispered the words as she sipped from her own glass. “It’s one of my favorites.”
“How come you guys don’t serve this down at The Gin Barrel?” Abby took Paige’s hand and gave it a squeeze.
“We can, but we don’t suggest it because champagne isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.” Paige smirked. “I’ll make you as many of these as you want when we get home.”
Home. Paige had finally moved into Abby’s apartment, only a few weeks ago. They’d been together for a year now, but they’d made a conscious choice to take things slow and steady. Neither of them wanted to rush things, considering that their love had started under fire. Abby still got a little thrill every time Paige referred to th
