No. She didn’t want to talk to Rhett. Not now. “Later. I need a drink even if you don’t.”
She hurried away without another word and poured herself a large bourbon. She didn’t like bourbon, never had, but it was handy, and if she was lucky it would take the edge off the unremitting anxiety she had suffered all day. She bolted out the back door and sat down on the steps to have her drink in peace, and when she finished the first one, she had a second.
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