Page 35 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
Damn. That means everything.
“They delivered the panels for the wall before the meeting,” I let her know as I sit on the barstool. I love watching her move.
“Oh, my God. I’m so excited to see them in person. Can we go by after dinner?” she asks, eager.
I laugh, “Nyx. It’s nine o’clock. I think it can wait till morning. We’ll head in first thing.”
“Oh, alright.” She’s so damn cute.
I love seeing her in her element. It’s discovering a whole new facet of this amazing woman. Beckett and Asher are practically done with the structure. With Camille installing these intricate dark bronze panels on the entire back wall, it cuts my brothers’ job in half. They won’t need to cut up stacked logs on the wall to match the rest of the bar.
Tomorrow, I gotta head to the distillery. I’ve been stalling, not wanting to leave her side, but Nash is on my ass to finish up and decide on this year’s Harvest Brew for the bar.
Her ex being MIA makes me nervous. And pissed as hell. That pissant causes any more trouble than he already has, and I’m going to introduce my foot to the inside of his throat.
This remarkable woman feels like mine. No one fuck’s with what’s mine.
CHAPTER NINE
CAMILLE
Itext my parents that I’m almost there.
Feels good to have a phone again. Took forever to transfer the backup from the old one, but all the important stuff is now in my new one. We salvaged everything from my car. Felt weird, seeing it on the side of the road like that the other day, my entire life inside, and no one stole a thing.
The main relief I felt was seeing my laptop still there with my hard drives. My entire business is in there. Once I get settled here, I’ll scout for new clients in the area.
Five days is as long as I can hold off my parents before they send out a search party. West holds my hand on my thigh. One of Styx’s men is following behind on their bike. I asked them to be discreet. I roll my eyes. As if my father won’t hear the bike rev from a mile away.
I sigh.
“What’s up?” West asks.
“Just thinking up a lie.”
“For us?”
I squeeze his hand. “No. For why a man on a motorcycle is following close behind and lurking in the shadows of my parents’ home.”
“Ah,” he nods. “It’s not like they’re oblivious to what Styx does. You can tell them, for reasons Styx won’t say, he has a friend nearby. That’s all.”
I throw my head back and laugh. West glances and smiles before returning his eyes to the road.
“It could work,” he chuckles, knowing it won’t.
My brother came out like someone, after all. That someone is our father. He’s observant. Quiet, but don’t let him fool you. Man’s paying attention to more than you yourself know.
West pulls into my childhood driveway and shifts to park.
Groaning, he turns his body into mine. “I hate that I can’t kiss you goodbye.”
“Anticipation will only make it sweeter,” I tease, even though all I want is to take that gorgeous face and make out with him.
“I’ll finish up as soon as I can,” he promises.
I shake my head. “I told you. I’ll be fine. My parents can talk, and my mother is going to feed me like I’m the turkey she’s cooking on Thanksgiving.”
I love making him laugh. “I’d love to stuff you for Thanksgiving.” He suggestively moves his brows.
