Chapter 7

Well, why not? Adam had never done shots before—he really wasn’t much of a drinker. But if there ever was a day for it…

He followed the procedure and nearly choked when the liquor went down his throat. Damn, his esophagus was on fire! He felt a lime slice being held to his lips, and he bit into it, hoping for relief. It wasn’t any help.

He pushed away Reggie’s hand and gasped for air. Coughing, he managed to ask, “People really enjoy doing that?”

“The first one’s always the hardest. It gets easier.” Reggie slid another shot across the table. “Trust me.”

Adam picked up the shot glass and eyed it dubiously. He could still feel the burn in his stomach, only it was easing into a deep warmth. Maybe just one more.

A little while later, Adam wasn’t feeling much of anything. Except a need for the bathroom. He tried to stand, tangled his feet, and nearly fell to the floor.

Reggie grabbed him and propped him up until Adam could stand on his own. Mostly.