Page 100 of Love Is Brewing

“That might be the way to go,” Foster said. “We can loop it into our system. I’m sure you’d want it no other way.”

“I’m positive it’s set up to be that way and not something that Travis monitors, but I could be wrong.”

“Let me know what you find out,” Foster said. “Until then, what are you going to do?”

“I’ve got a couple of days to think about it. Everything is under control there now. Nothing is going to affect the collaboration beer.”

“Which was smart of you to do it the way you are,” Foster said.

“Phoebe got me thinking. Guess her grandfather was a real dick. Mom would have loved to have had some words with him,” he said, laughing. “But one thing he always did was set people up. Like he was trying to catch them in lies. To set traps.”

“Seriously?” Foster asked. “Who the hell can live looking over their shoulder like that all the time?”

“That is what she said. She’s the one who suggested this. I’m glad she did.”

“Me too,” Foster said. “But just not so glad that it came to her so quickly.”

He frowned. “Why is that?”

“Do you think she’s playing you?”

He felt his face fill with heat. “No,” he said firmly. “Never.”

Foster leaned back and laughed. “Normally I’m the one that blows up like that, not you. Damn. You’ve got it bad.”

“It seems it, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“Have you told her?” Foster asked.

“It’s not that easy,” he said.

“I know that,” Foster said. “And you all know I learned the hard way. Take it from me, don’t wait to say something.”

“No one wants to be shot down,” he said.

“Do you think she doesn’t feel the same way?” Foster asked. “She’s here with you after two months. She survived Mom dropping in on your Valentine's Day together and even went back for another meal with her.”

He laughed. “Good point.”

“Do you think she doesn’t love you?” Foster asked. “Because if you look at her, you can see what she’s feeling.”

“What are you doing looking at my girlfriend that closely?” he asked, giving his brother a playful shove.

“Trying to see what you’re too blind to,” Foster said, smirking. “I found it. Why can’t you?”

“Maybe because Iamblind,” he said.

Which Elias tried to remember when they were getting dressed for dinner at five. West had drivers picking everyone up again to bring them to a location for a private dinner secured in a back room.

It was easy in a city like this to move around and not be seen.

“I know you’re used to living in Charlotte. You’re probably more at ease here than Southern Pines,” he said.

Phoebe turned after she stepped into her black dress. “Can you zip me please?”

He pulled the zipper up on the dress that fit her as if she was the model for the designer.

It was sleeveless with a thick white band under her breasts to her waist showing how tiny she was.

---