Take A Drink

Emma lifted the glass to her nose, reeled back from the fumes, then braved a sip anyway. It was like drinking drain cleaner.

Her face must have said what she thought of it because her Uncle roared out a laugh.

"It's an acquired taste," he said, still chuckling.

"God, what is it?" Emma said, and took another sip anyway. It immediately warmed her insides.

"It's another secret," Edward said and put a finger to his lip.

Emma dared another sip, either she was getting used to the awful taste or her tongue was getting numb. "You have a lot of secrets, Uncle Edward."

"I do. Most people do. Interesting people anyway." Edward said.

Emma raised an eyebrow at his reply.

"Come, have a seat and I'll tell one or two." Edward scooted back in his chair, spreading his legs.

Emma wasn't sure if it was an invitation to sit on his lap or if he was just getting comfy as his own drink warmed his body.