"Hooch," she said, flipping her notebook open. It was an Avery sort of word and she immediately hated herself a little for using it. She could never quite shake the fingerprints he'd left on her heart, pissed off though she still was at him for that Dominate shit.

For someone who'd been an only child for seventeen years, she'd gotten used to having a brother pretty fucking fast.

She set the notebook down on the counter, letting it clatter, like the noise would somehow banish Avery from her brain.

That never really worked.

At any rate, she turned to the pages and pages filled with her notes on chemical reactions and distillation. "I've been trying to use potatoes to produce vodka. But the end result is almost always either potato water or something so acrid you could probably use it to clean your silverware. Still working on a happy medium."