Page 308 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Betty,” I called, and she turned, her expression puzzled. “I owe you a bottle of whiskey.” Reaching behind the bar, I grabbed a second bottle, holding it out to her as I approached.
“Pretty sure I owe you one,” she said, her eyes on the label. “Dunn Creek Distillery?” she questioned. Looking up at me, she smirked. “I guess that explains why you know so much about this stuff then, huh?”
“I guess it does.”
“Well, thanks, Asher Dunn.” Tipping the bottle to her temple, she offered a little salute. “I shall drink this in your honor tonight, boys.”
Walking out with her, Easton and I stood on the sidewalk, watching her as she opened the door to the apartments above. No way was anyone gonna get the jump on her again.
“Oh,” she said, pausing just before the door closed and looking back at us with a mischievous smile on her face. “I almost forgot. The name’s Ricki.”
Then, before either of us could answer, she tossed us a wink and was gone.
The End…. For Now
