Chapter Seven
“I’ve had stronger,” she glanced over her shoulder, “my dad used to make moonshine and he used to let me taste it, mom found out when I was sixteen and made whoopee on his ass. She told him if he ever did that again she’d destroy his still and she’d do it too.”
“Yeah I can see her doing that and all,” Josie replied as her hand dropped to the cushion but when Melanie finished filling her glass and swiveled around to face her again Josie’s arm went along the top of the couch before she realized what she’d just done.
Melanie had a cheeky smile on her face as she took another mouthful of wine.
“This could go straight to my head,” she murmured, “then I’d be too drunk to resist.”
“Who says I’d be trying anything?” Josie replied.
“You mean you never took advantage of a woman?”
