Declan's mouth twisted in a wry smile — he knew where her sisters kept their liquor, too, but she had very specifically asked for Fabian's. "Give me a minute," he said, and vanished behind the printing press to raise one of the floorboards. He took out Fabian's fire whiskey, a bottle of The Good Stuff — (the mid stuff, really, but whatever) — and carefully put the floorboard back.

He reappeared in front of Tess with the bottle in hand. "Do you have glasses? Or are we taking a swig?"