Chapter 12

“Bloody hell. That was . . . shit,” he mutters as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

I pour another shot and offer it to him. “Do you want some more?”

He quickly shakes his head as he pales. He looks sick. I nod easily and drink it instead.

“Your loss. It’s our famous local liquor,” I say lightly.

“Are you planning on getting drunk . . . at this hour?” he asks as he looks at his watch.

“Probably, unless you summon us to show at work.” I lower the empty glass and pour for another shot. I take a huge gulp.

His gaze follows my every movement. His eyes narrow as he watches me. “Actually, I already sent a memo to the admin to let the agents take the entire day off. Until further notice.”

I happily smile and lifts the glass on the air. “Cheers to the earthquake!”

A few seconds later, Elora comes over for a chat. She grins and offers a hand to Devyn for a handshake. Devyn politely accepts it.