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PART IV: WHISKEY SAGE

2 Ounces rye whiskey

1 Ounce fresh pink (or red) grapefruit juice

1/2 Ounce fresh lime juice

1/2 Ounce sage simple syrup (recipe below) (An alternative would be 2 tablespoons agave syrup)

2 Dashes bitters

1 sage leaf

Ice

Use a shaker

In a cocktail shaker half filled with ice, mix the whiskey, grapefruit juice, lime juice, sage simple syrup, and bitters. Shake until it’s chilled and pour into a coupe cocktail glass. Use a sage leaf to garnish. Savor the sweetness and the bite!

21

Jax

The bachelorette party heads out the door and I breathe the longest sigh of my life. If I had to smile or hear one of them suggest I pull my shirt up and show them my abs once more, I would’ve had to find another bar job.

Good luck to that poor fucking dude that was marrying the bride. She was the main instigator all night, trying to pull the ole, “I’m a princess today” and touching every part of me, or any other guy, she could reach. They’d gotten four drinks bought by patrons and managed to get on my nerves five minutes after coming in. I’ve never been so happy to load the cups in the dishwasher in my life.

“What you got that’s good here?”

The familiar voice has me snapping my head up and coming face to face with Sierra. I smile and then it hits me. Sierra. Saona’s sister is here.

My heart rattles in my chest and my gaze is everywhere, looking for…

“It’s just me, cowboy.”

My stomach plummets. “Hello to you, Sierra,” I manage to mumble. “Wait…did you just call me cowboy?”

“Do guys like you prefer stud?”

“No. What are you doing here?”

“Not trying to pick you up. Don’t get your hopes up.”

I laugh. She really is as crazy as Saona always said. “You really are an ass. What can I get you to drink?”

“A Dark and Stormy. My sister makes those for me and I’ve come to love them.”

It’s in the snap behind her words or maybe that sharp look in her eyes. She’s up to something. I make her the drink and place it in front of her.

She sips and closes her eyes. “Hmmm…you made it just right. Heavy on the rum and letting the lemon kick. Love it. It would be better with someBrugal,though. You should talk to your bosses about that.”

“What are you really doing here?”

“I came to tell you how much of a fuck up you are.”

“What?” I sputter.

“You heard me. You and my sister had this great, awesome hook-up relationship going. You weren’t in the same city. You could have hooked up four times a year, banged each other to your hearts’ content, and then gone back to your regular lives. But you had to develop feelings and go and fall in love with her.”

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