Tequila and Truths

“— Move aside, Matteo. My turn behind the bar.

— Bad idea, Jones.

— Terrible idea,” I muttered, spilling a little tequila across the counter.

But he didn’t move. He just leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with that mix of amusement and worry.

I poured one shot, then another. Salt so...

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