Even in a dark moment he could get a little smile out of her. She held on to that teasing, like a lifeline to drag her out of the darkness. She didn't notice her surroundings until John parked her in one of the deep buttery leather chairs she'd bought for her unnamed place. She was tempted to get up run cold water in one of the large copper baths that Arthur had requested (which the cowboy used quite often even if there wasn't someone there to attend) with cold water and dunk her head in. But she refrained. The chair was comfortable.
Bryn felt well cared for, when he brought over the two bottles. Another little smile slid over her lips. "The one without a label. Nothing against your Gin, but that is special." Of course she knew what was in it. She knew what was in each of the bottles in both her clubs. (All three if you wanted to get technical). "We've shared it before." That night in her club, that changed things for her. Likely forever. She sat up and reached for it. The smaller glasses were best, they would keep them from getting overly drunk, and making mistakes that they shouldn't make anymore. Not together anyway.
When she felt the glass in her hand she uncorked it. "Have I told you anything about the man that brewed this?" With their relationship changed, she felt like she could talk about her first love with him. Talk about Magnus. The father of her children.