Page 79 of Falling for Finn

She takes a sip, and her eyes widen. “Whoa. This stuff isdangerous.”

“Very. It sneaks up on ya because it’s sweet and smooth but has a high alcohol content. Took years to perfect.”

She takes another sip. “How many do you have left?”

“More than you can handle in one night.”

“We’ll see about that. Tonight, I’m celebrating finishing that painting and getting to show the mayor tomorrow.”

She lifts her drink, and we cheers.

“Now that’s something I can drink to.”

She chugs it down, and I lift my brows when she crunches the aluminum with her hand, then burps.

“What? I’m from Nebraska. All we had were pot circles and booze for entertainment, remember? So you better try to keep up, old man.” She grabs my drink and happily claims it as her own.

“It’s gonna be like that, huh?”

She nods, and I make my way to the fridge and pick up the box that’s over half full. I set it on the coffee table, and she gives me an approving look.

“Better catch up. I’m already halfway into this one.”

“Well, shit.” I crack a new one open and down it.

“Ever shotgunned one of these?” she asks.

“Of course, but it’s been over a decade. Also, don’t get too cocky. This cider will kick your ass. Keep drinking like a fish, and I’m gonna have to carry you to bed.”

“Thankfully, you’re big and strong.” She stands and pulls me up with her. “Let’s do one.”

I pull the truck keys from my pocket and hand them to her. “After you.”

Like a pro, Oakley turns the can sideways and slams the key into it. Liquid slightly sprays, but she pops the tab and drinks it down. I watch her finish it in a couple of gulps, and my eyes widen.

“Damn, woman.MaybeI amtoo old for this.” I chuckle.

She smirks as she releases another burp. “Your turn.”

I mimic her actions, but I don’t spill a drop.

Oakley’s brows rise as if she’s impressed. “Nice job.”

Then she turns her attention toward the TV. “Oh my gosh.Halloweentownis on. This was one of my favorite movies as a kid!”

“I’ve never seen it.”

Her mouth falls open, and she gasps. “Never?How?”

“Maybe bits and pieces, but never all the way through. Guess I was toooldfor it.” I shrug.

“That ends tonight. We’re about to play aHalloweentowndrinking game unless you’re too chicken.”

“Pfft.” I open another can. “Tell me the rules so I can destroy you.”

“Now who’s getting cocky?”

“It’s reality, babe. I’m larger and can hold my booze better. It’s all about anatomy with drinking.”

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