Be Still My Heart

“Uh . . .” I didn’t want him to think I was being prudish, but drinking on the job didn’t seem appropriate, and we were in his house. “I’m okay. I think I’ll lay off the liquids for a little bit.”

I heard his chuckle then something tinkling into a bowl. He hurried back, carrying a bottle of beer in one hand and a bowl of chips in the other. “I know you brought your lunch, but I’ll order some Chinese later anyway.” He smirked. “Maybe by then you’ll be ready for some liquids.”