“I thought you would never ask!” I laughed towards Dane. “What are you having?”
“I was about to pour this Laphroaig 25-year-old with a single ice cube.”
“Oh, thank god! One of my favorites.” Not an Islay but definitely a nice drop. “I didn’t know you had such expensive taste, Dane.” I commented knowing that bottle was about five hundred dollars.
“Ha, I do but I can’t afford it. Don’t fire me Beth, but I stole this from your father’s whiskey collection.” Dane admitted with a wink pouring a glass for either of us. “Dash of water?”
“You are killing me, yes!” I said with a laugh which had him smiling as he put a large ice cube in either glass. “And I don’t mind you stealing any whisky at all. Someone has to drink them.”
I was honest about that. My father had collected about forty whiskey
