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.

Nearly forgot-official

the jade stone.

"Yeah, that's it. How'd you get it back from

I told him-no stone, no water. You might want to check it, though. If anything goes wrong with

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

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

"Works for me."

table beside Keaton's old creaky bed. Winona

stomach; she sat cross-legged. They

time, Keaton actually

whole day without food, his

full, they finally cracked open the

about Beatrix, but

eventually led to Callum

sick about you. If you'd picked him back

wouldn't have had it so rough,” Keaton said,

IMS

no spark, just someone who's really into you way more solid than

someone you're crazy about."

least you'll be safe,

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

helping to

no clue something

searching. If I find him,

bottles of whiskey, and Keaton