"I thought I would." He grinned and moved into the room. "Yep that is me, Lucien." He leaned against the counter. "I love all sweets, but if you can make something with pumpkin in it I will forever love you." He said, glancing at the cookies cooling.
"Yeah, don't ever use alcohol around me. I have a problem with it. I like it too much and it likes me too much. Even cooking with it make me want it." He could almost taste bourbon from time to time, which was funny cause vodka was his favorite. "And if I ever beg you for any, do not give it to me. If I get bitchy get Nate or Emerson." He didn't want to explain to her why he was not good with booze or why he felt he needed it. He was going on two weeks without it and he was pretty sure he was going to fail soon.