“Nothing,” I sniffed. “Ugh.” I shook my head, frustrated that I couldn’t just knock this shit off.“Here,” she said, pouring me a glass of wine, “this usually gets the tears flowing faster. Then, once it’s out of your system, you’re freed up to handle shit again.”I grinned at her, grabbed the glass, and took a sip. “Don’t they call that self-medicating?”She laughed and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, her blue eyes so piercing and beautiful, “I run a women’s home that deals with those types of things, and I can tell you that this isn’t self-medicating. Turning to booze to make the troubles disappear is where we draw the line.”“Ladies?” Ash called, bouncing into the kitchen with the usual pep she always seemed to have in her step. “The kids are settled in, and it’s time we relax.”“I didn’t realize the children went to bed so early,” I spoke. “It’s only seven.”“I was referring to the gentlemen,” she teased. “Seriously, though, half the time, the kids are babysitting them and not
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