"G-man." [Shakes shoulder.]
"What's the problem, baby?"
"We need to go back to the bar.""No. We don't."
"Yeah, I think we do."
[Eyes narrowing.] "Why?"
"Remember when I went on the run?"
"Like I could forget.""I'm not sure I was headed in the right direction."
"Could've told you that, Ace."
"You do tell me that, Cole. Every chance you get."
[Smug male smirk.]"We have to go back, Cole."
"You've been watching too many episodes of 'Lost,' Lara."
"Humor me, G-man."
[Shakes head.] "We've gone too far, baby. Let's wrap it up. Don't you want to get your HEA?""Trust me."[Glides hand up forearm and over biceps.]
"Where have I heard that before?"
"Where have I heard that before?"
"My instincts are pretty good. Admit it."
[Capitulates.] "Still angling for a black and tan on the house?"
"Not tonight, Brannigan."
"Not tonight, Brannigan."
[Raises eyebrow.] "What then, Ace?"
"I think you'd better make it tequila. And keep 'em coming."
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What fun!
I know, right? I'm having a better time with this than anything else.
And, sad to say, in the midst of everything, I went back to re-visit 1812 England for a little while this afternoon.
And how was 1812 England? Do they have black and tans there? Tequila? Spa robes? Why would you want to go there when you can be with Lara and Cole?
They have claret and madeira, and silk dressing gowns.
Adam and Emma invited me to attend them. Would have been rag-mannered and churlish to send my regrets.
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