“And I suppose that’s part of your ‘earthly comforts?’” I snap.

“Hell yes.”

I gasp, and he just grins and reaches back for it. He looks me right in the eye and takes a swig from the bottle as my jaw drops once again.

“Gabriel—”

“Want some?”

I bristle. “I’m eighteen.”

His jaw ticks, but he doesn’t budge. “And?”

“And I can’t drink! Nor do I want to! And furthermore, Canaan is a dry town!” I snap.

He grins. “Gonna arrest me?”

“No, but I’m going to report you.”

He sighs. “Delilah?”

“What,” I grumble.

“I really think you need to relax.”

I swallow, and my face reddens. “I’m perfectly...