Babymoon on the Cape (Pt 3)
I don’t know how many parts there will be yet, but there is definitely another one coming…
“This is nice, doing this again.”
Barba was smiling, his cheeks tinged with pink from the second glass of the 21 year old Glen Livet Tom had tucked away in the liquor cabinet. You insisted it go to good use, since you wouldn’t be drinking it anytime soon and you certainly didn’t have plans to return it to Tom.