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PART II: BETWEEN THE SHEETS
1 ounce Cointreau
1 ounce cognac
1 ounce light rum
1/2 ounce lime or juice
Ice cubes
A chilled cocktail glass
In a shaker mix together the light rum, ice cubes, Cointreau, juice, and cognac. Shake well and strain into the chilled cocktail glass. You can always garnish with a lime or orange wheel.
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Saona
"Sierra is going to be here soon. She's bringing a bottle ofBrugal, which means she needs to talk. I need to be ready for her, so stop baiting me into an argument where I have to tell you things you don't want to hear."
Jax continues prepping his powder room for painting and, like it's become way too frequent, I'm watching him via FaceTime and chatting away. At least we're not arguing about the Herringbone and floor finish, which I was right about and it looks gorgeous.
"Is your sister okay? You were trying to reach her earlier."
I don't know how he can remember that. Our conversations whiplash between home improvement, baseball, heavy flirting, sex and everything in between.
"Yeah, she's probably having issues with Edwin. He's staying home with the kids so she can come chill with me tonight."
"With a bottle of Dominican Rum?"
I laugh. "Some people pour themselves a cup of chamomile when they’re edgy, my sister prefers something with a lot of bite."
"I like that. She would probably like the drinks I mix and wouldactuallydrink them."
"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
"Nope." He shakes his head.
"My sister would drink them but make no mistake, she would give you as much shit as I do."
"Is she also as irrational as you are about baseball? Or would she recognize that Ramirez is every bit as essential a player as Judge even if not in the same way?"
I flinch like he threw cold water at me. Today may just be the day I hang up on the man named after two presidents.
"What? I can't believe you're comparing that bum to Aaron Judge."
"He's not a bum, Saona. Not all players need to be flashy, home run hitters. Some are scrappy who make things happen with small ball."
"Oh my Gawd, seriously? That’s not small ball. Your city is just trying to patch a winning team with choppy singles hitters."
He pauses mid-sanding-circle and turns around to glare at the phone screen. "I'm tired of you Yankees fans putting down our players. Just because we don't overload our teams with overpaid superstars and throw money at all our problems—"
"You would throw the money if your owner wasn't pocketing the revenue sharing proceeds."
He continues like I didn't say anything. "Small ball, grittiness and intangibles win games."
"No, those don't win games. They bore the opposite team to tears. That's how you probably win. ‘Intangibles’ is something people say when they don't want to admit their team gets lucky often."
