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Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Construction? Do you live around here?”

I shook my head. “South Boston.”

She smiled. South Boston seemed to please her. Why? I didn’tknow.

“Can I get you a drink?” she asked.

“Wild Turkey.”

“What’s that?”

“Bourbon.”

“Oh. Well, we have several bourbons. Follow me.”

She guided me to the bar. “Hmm. Buffalo Trace. Eagle Rare. Kentucky Gold. No Wild Turkey. Sorry.”

“Any of those is fine.”

“Okay.” She poured two fingers into a glass and handed it to me.

I took a drink. Nice. Smooth. I could get used to this.

“Want to go to my room?” she asked.

I nearly spit out my mouthful of booze. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re hot. Let’s get busy.”

“Exactly how old are you?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m legal. I’m eighteen. I’ll even show you my ID if you want.”

“It’s not legal for you to drink what I’m drinking, then.”

“No, it’s not. But it’s legal for me to have sex. That’s what I’m after tonight.”

I took another drink. Yeah, she was beautiful. And ready and willing. A quick fuck might be nice.

But a quick fuck had never been what I was after. I had more…exclusive tastes.

I finished my drink and set the empty glass back on the wooden bar. “That’s a nice offer, but I have to pass.”

Anger flashed in her eyes.

I got it. I was turning down an Ames hotel heiress, and she was pissed.

Well, she’d get over it.

“Thanks for the drink,” I said. “If you see my brother, tell him I went home.”

…

I had a small apartment near the rental where my dad lived. Ben still lived with our dad, but he spent a lot of time crashing at my place.

“Time you started chipping in for rent,” I said.

“Aren’t you going to ask me about my evening last night?”

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