Page 25 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
“You’re totally right, Camille.” Nora’s obnoxious voice breaks up the moment as she presses her body between Camille and me. “He totally has freckles. And that stupid dimple.”
She backs up, keeping the three of us in a close circle, bumping into my hip. “Hunter. I just saved your ass from a beating. What was that just now?”
Her eyes bounce back and forth between us.
“Didn’t want anyone overhearing the conversation,” Camille attempts, and sounds convincing.
“I’ll give it to you,” she points at Camille, “not a shit liar, but I still call bullshit.”
“We’re heading to Jenkins’ booth. West needed to meet with Beckett at the bar first,” Camille says.
“You playing bodyguard?” Nora asks me.
“Until the threat is no longer, absolutely,” I respond, a bit too fiercely, judging by the way Nora’s staring.
“Was last night not just hours ago?” Nora asks rhetorically. “The hell happened from the time I left you two till now?” She pops her hip, resting her hand on it.
“Graves, don’t add us to your weekly rotation of small-town gossip,” I tease, hoping she stops poking.
“I’m offended, Hunter. Get ready to receive a shit vendor table location,” Nora threatens.
“Woman, I will use my charm and trade someone in a heartbeat. I bet sweet old Betty wouldn’t mind moving her pies.”
“Fuck with my Festival and I’ll castrate you in your sleep.”
I lean over her toward Camille. “She loves me, I promise.”
“I tolerate your ass. Free drinks, Saturday nights.”
“I’m telling Hex not to share the next delivery with you.”
“Hunter, you know I avoid that clubhouse. I’ll buy some from the grocery store.”
I gape in disbelief. “The grocery store?” I say slowly. “You buy that watered-down shit and you’re banned from Ridge for life.”
Nora smirks. She’d absolutely do it.
“You two are worse than siblings,” Camille shakes her head, fighting a smile.
“Okay. You,” she points at me. “Give us some girl time and do whatever it is you Hunter boys do. I’ll bring her back safely in like twenty minutes.”
“Cute,” I arch my brow at Nora. “But, no can do. I’m not letting her out of my sight.”
“West, Pumpkin, I’m with an MC princess. I’ll be fine. And I’m sure my brother’s watchdog is somewhere monitoring my every move.”
“Try again, Nyx. I’m not accepting Pumpkin. Try again.”
She sighs dramatically. “But it’s so cute and seasonally appropriate.”
“Seriously. It’s been like twelve hours. What the hell did I miss?” Nora gawks at Camille.
“West. We’ll pass by Sweet Pines, grab some croissant sandwiches, and head straight to the bar. Want a drink?”
“Fine,” I compromise. She smiles. “Get me their green juice with the roast beef.”
She winks. I shake my head, hoping my face sends a clear message of retribution. The smirk she returns tells me she got my message loud and clear.
“Ew. Gross.” Nora fake gags. “I can’t watch this. Let’s go, West’s Greek Goddess of the Night,” she says, rolling her eyes.
