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Harris pulled two airplane bottles of Baileys out of his pocket and emptied them into their Starbucks coffees.

He put the lids back on the cups and swirled them around.

“I like my coffee, like my women,” he explained to her with a small smile.

“With a little bit of Irish in them.”

As she took her first sip, she contemplated her pedigree.

-From an unreleased chapter of Florida East Coast.

KVB