““A Rusty Nail.” He actually sputtered before echoing, “A Rusty Nail?” “Yep.” Setting the glass back down, Cale narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “As in Drambuie and scotch whiskey?” “I take it with bourbon, not whiskey. Never whiskey.” Shaking his head in disbelief, Cale insisted, “You can’t be serious.” Mickey nodded firmly. “I most certainly am.” “Well, I’ll be damned.” He gave a low whistle, grinning crookedly. “You’re not at all what I expected.””
