Page 36 of The Distiller's Darling

They clinked glasses, and he took a sip. “Mmm, that’s good.”

She smirked. “You’re just saying that because I used your family’s whiskey.”

Iain winked. “I know you did.”

She tilted her head to the side and stared at him with a look of intense concentration. “How did you know? I put it in a decanter so you wouldn’t.”

He glanced at the decanter in question, and realization dawned. Naomi didn’t drink whiskey, but he’d gotten her to try it by mixing up one of his favorite cocktails. He’d never noticed this decanter before now, though. And the bottle of whiskey he’d brought over last week wasn’t one of his family’s—it was a lighter blend from a distiller about an hour south of River Hill that was good for beginners. At some point, Naomi had gone shopping specifically for Brennan’s whiskey. He didn’t know what that meant, but it did … things to him.

Gave him feelings he didn’t want to have. Made him have thoughts he shouldn’t be having.

Iain set the glass on the counter and stepped toward her. Placing his hand to Naomi’s waist, he pulled her closer until their thighs touched. She looked up at him and licked her lips. Lips he wanted to kiss. Lips he wanted to get lost in. “I have a very refined palate, Miss Klein. Allow me to demonstrate.”

His lowered his head and captured her mouth in a long, slow, drugging kiss. One, Iain hoped, would drown out the angry buzzing that was back in his head.

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