Intoxicated Tension

Rex allowed a small smile. He found her current state rather endearing and made no move to stop her.

"Mr. Stafford," Robert said, handing him a heavy stainless-steel tumbler filled about halfway with homemade spirits.

He accepted it naturally. "Thank you."

"Mr. Stafford, the wedding is still a ways off. Can you please stop shadowing me?" Freya grumbled, her irritation fueled by the alcohol.

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