Chapter 10: Whirlwind
The low temperature mixed with wind from the northwest told me that Ben was right. We had to go inside because it was too cold, and we would freeze to death in just a short period of time.
Over my shoulder, while walking to the house, I called out, “Let’s get this done and over with!”
“You make it sound like a chore.”
“Call it what you want.”
I admitted to myself that it maybe was a chore: escorting him inside, feeding him a shot of something warm, and patting his ass and sending him on his way. I don’t think I could have made it anymore clear to let him know that I didn’t want a boyfriend. Once inside my kitchen, I poured us shots of bourbon.
While leaning on the kitchen counter, he made the toast, “To a new friendship.”
The bourbon was smooth, warm, and flavo
