Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1349

Winona hesitated for a few more seconds, but eventually, she got up and walked over.

She found Harold Huber's memorial and gave a quick bow.

"Harold, don't blame me, all right? Your grandson told me to grab these. I'm just the messenger here. If you're upset, go haunt him, not me, okay?"

She muttered a bit more to the photo before she dared to move.

She grabbed two bottles of liquor and, on a whim, snagged two fresh glasses as well. Only after sneaking back to Keaton did she bother to check what she'd actually taken.

One look and her hands literally shook.

"Holy crap-Pappy Van Winkle Reserve and a bottle of limited-edition Russian Standard Gold?!" she gasped.

Winona stared at the bottles, then at Keaton. "Are you sure you want to drink these?"

Just a quick Google would tell you-each bottle could buy you a house in the suburbs!

Keaton, totally unfazed, just grinned. "That's right. Tonight, we drink the good stuff. Open 'em up!"

Winona swallowed hard, set the bottles aside, and went to grab the takeout they'd ordered.

She hadn't forgotten their main goal tonight.

"Drinking on an empty stomach is a bad idea. Let's eat something first."

As she unpacked the food-burgers, fries, and a couple slices of pizza-she suddenly remembered the stone.

right! Nearly forgot-official

out the jade stone.

and nodded. "Yeah, that's it.

want to check it, though.

it the once-over and handed it back. "Looks fine. You keep it for

the edge of the bed. "I'll just leave this here

"Works for me."

little table beside Keaton's old creaky bed.

stomach; she sat cross-legged. They

Keaton actually ate

without food, his appetite

full, they finally cracked open the drinks and started

about Beatrix, but Keaton insisted on

led

sick about you. If you'd picked him

it so rough,” Keaton said, pouring

IMS

spark, just someone who's really into you way more

someone you're crazy about."

you'll be safe, if not

tipsy, laughed. "Callum and I are strictly friends. He's not my type.

to look for her-Elysia

no clue something had happened to

“No idea. Still searching. If I find him, I'll let you

polished off two bottles of whiskey, and Keaton sent