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“A sidecar, or do you want to browse the drink menu?” he asked, picking up a pink-tinted table tent. He held it between us and I read the list of Valentine’s Day themed drinks.
“There’s a love potion,” Ben dropped his voice low, his tone mischievous. “Maybe we can break one of these couples up.”
I poked his side. “Careful there, Chase. I think we’re more likely to run into a pair of rich swingers.”
He laughed. “Would that be an improvement in our current situation?”
I smacked his chest with the drink menu. “Absolutely not. I’m not swinging with you. I’ll take the besamé.”
“And I’m going to roll the dice on Cupid’s Arrow, which I’m pretty sure is just a pink gin and tonic,” he said with a grin.
I set a hand on his arm before he turned to the bar. “It’s working.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “What’s working?”
“Cheering me up.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he leaned close, forehead brushing mine. “I’m just enjoying being someone else this weekend. Not everything revolves around you, Thea.”
“Doesn’t it, though?”
He brushed a kiss over my forehead before flagging down the bartender and ordering our drinks. Brandishing a pink gin and tonic for himself and a fruity drink with enough tequila to make me open to kiss just about anybody, he gestured to me to follow him as we went in search of an empty table.“Oh, which drink is that?” A woman around our age caught my attention, hanging over a man in a black suit and tie to catch my attention. “It looks delish.”
“The besamé,” I answered with a smile, holding up the drink, tiny bits of raspberry swirling in the glass.
“Oh, the one with tequila? I can’t do tequila, isn’t that right?” She smacked the man next to her, arching an eyebrow.
“That’s right, and we have an entire album of drunk honeymoon pictures to prove it,” he agreed. “She got so drunk we missed the dolphin encounter tour.”
“I hate dolphins anyway,” she said with a flick of her wrist. “Would you like to join us? We don’t have seats, but we have space.”
She gestured to the cocktail table they stood at.
“That’d be great,” I said, setting my drink on the tabletop.
“I’m Robin, and this is my husband, Jared.” She held out a manicured hand. “We drove up here from Boston. I said I wanted to go somewhere romantic and secluded for the weekend, and wouldn’t you know? He found a place.”
“Thea,” I said, taking her hand. “And this is—”
“Chase. Chase Baker,” Ben interjected, a winning smile bordering on smarmy. “Pharma bro—pharmaceutical sales rep.”
“Really? I’m actually an oncology doctor,” Jared said. “Which outfit do you work for?”
I snorted into my drink, catching the wave of panic on Benny’s face before he rallied. “Tylenol.”
Jared raised an eyebrow, face crumpling. “I didn’t know Tylenol had sales reps. I just assumed everyone already knew about them.”
“Yeah,” Benny shrugged. “That’s what everyone thinks, but we exist. It’s a seriously easy job. The stuff sells itself.”
“It’s a dream job. He slung Viadox before,” I said with a mischievous smile. Ben’s eyes widened.
“Viadox?” Jared asked with a frown. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“Right,” Ben drawled, wrapping an arm around my waist and giving me a nervous squeeze. “Horrible job. Absolute worst. It was anti-inflammatory for domesticated pigs. Do you know how many pet pigs there are in New Hampshire?”
Robin and Jared shared a look and frowned.
“Two dozen. It was a tough sell,” Ben continued.
