Chapter 31
Kat waited until they couldn’t hear Arthur stomping down the steps anymore, then broke the seal on a bottle of vodka so authentic that the label wasn’t even written in English. Melissa was waiting with a tray of shot glasses, into which Kat poured liberal measures. Everyone grabbed one, and Kat raised hers. “First, to the birthday boy,” she said.
“To Andy!”
The vodka was smooth, barely sharper than water, and danced lightly over his tongue before lighting a blowtorch in the back of Andy’s throat.
Andy’s eyes watered. It might not have been entirely the vodka’s fault.
“And next—” She refilled the shot glasses with easy grace, not wasting a drop. “—to my husband-to-be, who has finally worked up the nerve to ask to marry his mail-order bride. Now, he must only find me a ring.” She waved her bare hand around, tellingly, which led to some cat-calls and muttered commentary.
“To Jason!”