Hell Transporter (Between)

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Authors: Cyndi Tefft
Thank you.”
    Dad got up and dug through the liquor cabinet, then pulled out a half full bottle and poured some of the golden alcohol into a couple of crystal glasses. He handed one to Aiden, who took a whiff and smiled. He sipped it slowly, a faraway look in his eyes. I remembered the memory he’d cast for me of him drinking whisky as a child with his Aunt Margaret and wondered if he was thinking of it, too.
    “The Gaelic for whisky is uisge beatha , which literally means ‘water of life.’ It would be a fair statement to say that I’d had whisky more often than water as a lad. This is an excellent batch. Thank you, Gary.” He lifted his glass in a silent toast and took another sip.
    “Wow, they must not have drinking age restrictions there,” Dad said, giving me a slanted look. “Sorry, hon, but you’re not twenty-one yet so you can’t have any. Too bad you didn’t grow up in Scotland, huh?” He laughed at his own cleverness, downing his drink and pouring another for himself and Aiden. I cleared the table, giving Aiden a pointed look while Dad was turned away.
    Careful, there could be legal restrictions on underage drinking in Scotland now. You don’t know for sure. I warned him in my mind, then headed into the kitchen to start washing the dishes. The two of them moved into the living room to work out the details of the next morning’s fishing expedition and polish off the rest of the bottle.
    Humming to myself, I grabbed an apron off the peg next to the stove and took the heavy cast iron pan over to the sink. I was almost done with the dishes when Aiden broke into my thoughts, his voice deep and husky.
    I’m going to miss you tonight, my love. At his words, warmth spread through my chest as if I were the one drinking.
    I’ll miss you, too. I wish you didn’t have to sleep outside. I sent back to him, feeling an odd rush of sexual excitement that came on me suddenly. I dried my hands on my apron, shaking my head to try and get a hold of myself.
    Ah, lass, I dinna think I’ll sleep much. I’ll be thinking about you and your lovely… mmm. His words trailed off and I had to hold onto the edge of the sink as my knees went to jelly. Desire turned my blood to lava as his mind connected with my own. In my mind’s eye, I saw him running his tongue down the cleft between my breasts. Tingling at the mental image of his touch, I rubbed my chest roughly with my forearms.
    Aiden, stop. I don’t know how you’re doing it, but you’re making me crazy.
    Stop what, love? I huffed into the living room and caught his eye. He looked confused and a little surprised at my flushed face.
    “Are you unwell?” he asked.
    Immediately, the spell was broken and I jerked back, disoriented. The heady, tipsy feeling that had spread throughout my body was instantly gone.
    “Yeah, are you okay, honey? You don’t look so good.” Dad frowned and I shook my head.
    “No, I mean, yeah, I’m fine. I just got a little overheated, that’s all,” I said, gathering up the empty whisky bottle and glasses. “I think I’ll open the front door and let some cool air in.” I shot Aiden a glare, but he seemed to have no idea what was wrong. He just smiled, then picked up his conversation with my father.
    I swished the glasses in hot, soapy water as I tried to figure out what had just happened. We could talk in our minds, but this? It didn’t make any sense. I went back and sat next to Aiden on the couch, wishing I could tear him away from my dad for just a minute. But Dad had launched into an explanation of the intricacies of the real estate market in Seattle, and Aiden was paying no attention to me. I rubbed his knee to see if he’d look at me, but he just held my hand and kept talking to Dad. Finally, I gave up.
    Aiden, the weirdest thing just happened. I told him in my mind and he continued talking as if he hadn’t heard. When I sent him the message, though, heat from the alcohol flooded my veins once again. I leaned back against

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