It Started When A Woman Walked Into A Bar On A Cruise Ship

from a small pitcher. He slid the glass across the bar with a flourish.

“There you are. Enjoy.”

Maggie lifted the glass, examined the amber liquid in the fading sunlight streaming through the massive windows, and took a small, appreciative sip. She closed her eyes for just a moment, savoring it.

“Perfect,” she said.

Carlos leaned against the bar, polishing continue reading …