Page 43 of Don't Cry for Me

“Nope. Just try them and let me know what you think.”

“All right.” Eve lifted the first glass. It contained an amber liquid and had a vaguely spicy scent. She sipped, feeling the burn of whiskey down her esophagus. “Strong.”

“Too strong?” Josie asked, watching her closely.

“Maybe.” She lifted the next glass, giving it a gentle shake. The liquid inside was a milky white, swirling like smoke inside the glass. “Pretty.”

Josie smiled.

Eve sipped, tasting mint and lemons ahead of the warmth of liquor. It was light and refreshing but also packed a punch. “I like it.”

Josie clapped her hands together, looking pleased.

The third glass contained a pink drink that was so sweet, it made Eve’s cheeks hurt. Next up was a clear concoction that she couldn’t identify but didn’t like. The last glass contained a liquid with a purplish hue. She sipped, tasting rum and something fruity. “This one’s good,” she said. “Sweet, but not too sweet.”

“Which one’s your favorite?” Josie asked.

She went back for another sip of the minty drink. “It’s a tie between this one and that last one. Sour and sweet. I like them both.”

“That one was Adam’s favorite, and Kaia liked the pomegranate one at the end.”

“I haven’t helped much, then.” Eve looked up and met her eyes as liquor warmed her stomach and blurred her inhibitions.

“Just pick one.”

She took another sip of both drinks. “Actually, I think you should add them both to your drink menu, and maybe that whiskey one too, but tone it back a bit.”

“You think?”

“They’re all good and very different from each other.” She lifted the sour drink and swirled it again, watching it spin like smoke. “Have you named them?”

Josie shook her head, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Want suggestions?”

“Absolutely.” She leaned forward, hands clasped in her lap.

Eve lifted the purple drink, picturing the bar’s new lavender logo and décor. “This one has got to be The Dragonfly.”

“Wow, yeah,” Josie said. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. Done.”

“And this one…” Eve gave the sour drink another swirl. “When I hold it up to the light, it reminds me of clouds passing by the moon. I’d call it Midnight in Manhattan.”

“I love it,” Josie whispered.

Eve downed the rest of the drink and plunked the glass on the counter, leaning forward. “Rumor has it, if you drink one at midnight, you’ll fall in love before the end of the year.”

“What?” Josie’s brows wrinkled adorably. “You just made that up.”

“Of course I did. But people love that stuff. Put it on the menu. I bet you’ll have customers lining up at midnight to drink one. It’s just marketing.”

“Okay,” Josie said, eyes twinkling dangerously. “So are you going to fall in love?”

“It’s not midnight,” she said with a wink.

“It’s midnight somewhere.” Josie lifted the whiskey drink. “And this one?”

“Whiskey Kiss.”