Page 26 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
At my shocked expression, she challenges it with attitude that is all Nora. “I read, doofus. Try being less subtle before her brother sees, or you lose more than your balls?”
“Suck my left toe, Graves,” I call at her back as they walk toward the bakery.
“Clean it first,” she flicks her hand over her shoulder.
I watch until they turn the corner, then head to the bar. Beckett’s my contractor for the renovation. The front door’s unlocked, and my oldest brother is already there.
“Hey,” he says, drawing on plans he spread out on one of the tables. “I spoke with Asher, and he has some time later this week to plaster the east wall.”
“Sounds good. I know an Interior Decorator who’s going to help me change the vibe of the bar.” Yeah. I just threw that out there like it was nothing.
Beckett’s head tilts. “Who?”
Right. I clear my throat and walk over to the back door to unlock it. “Did Crawford bring the truck over and pick up the pile?”
“Yeah,” Beckett calls out as I unlock the back door and swing it open. Everything’s been cleared out.
I return, hoping Camille and Nora are on their way back already.
“Who?” my brother asks again.
“Huh?” My stomach grumbles, and I smile. My girl’s bringing me lunch.
“I thought Holden was shitting me,” Beckett says.
“What?” I look up.
“Are you fucking Styx’s little sister?”
“What the hell, Beck? First, the way you worded that was out of line. Show some respect to me and to her. Second, what do you mean, Holden?”
He stares. “Shit. Wait, for real? Your best friend’s little sister. Camille?”
Damn it. “Did Holden tell you anything about the MC?”
“He did.”
“How much did he tell you?” Fucking Holden. I’m gonna deliver a bag of cow shit to his shop later.
“After his unexpected visit from Styx this morning at the ass crack of dawn, he called me. The Lane’s little girl might be in some trouble. Then he mentioned some wild theory. How one of his boys saw you leave your bar last night with Camille Lane in tow. You two got in your car and drove off. So, he wondered…why did Styx not know where his little sister was and ask if Holden had seen her?”
“Fucking small towns,” I grumble.
“So, again, I’ll rephrase. Is something going on between you and Styx’s sister?”
Girlish laughter catches our attention. Nora and Camille walk in with bags. Camille’s smile when she sees me is like sunshine lighting all my dark corners. I walk over instantly to relieve them of their bags.
“Hey, Beckett. Long time no see,” Camille says. “Thanks,” she whispers to me when I take the food, then heads to Beckett and hugs him hello.
“Long time, Camille. Hope you’re doing well,” he reaches to take the drinks tray from Nora.
“These Hunter boys. Ever the gentlemen,” Nora teases.
“Hang out with men who treat you better, Graves.”
“Working on it, Hunter. Hey, Beckett,” she greets with a kiss on his cheek. “How’s Grace?”
“My wife is turning our home into a miniature Fall Festival. Looks like pumpkins have thrown up everywhere.”
