Page 108 of Pour Decisions
“Distilling, Ryder,” Amara said. “What they’ve beendistilling.”
“Semantics,” Calvin said, then glanced at her. “Bet you wish you weren’t pregnant right now.”
“You’re the one who got me like this!” she shouted, tossing her napkin at his face.
Chloe, who was also pregnant, glanced up at Logan. “I, for one, don’t mind being pregnant.”
“Because you can’t drink liquor anyway,” Ella quipped from her other side.
“Remember your senior prom when you got so wasted on peppermint schnapps we had to sneak you in the backdoor of the school and into the gym just so you could attend?” Amara chuckled.
“God, don’t remind me,” Chloe said, gagging. “I still can’t go near anything with mint.”
“I’ve never heard this story,” Leon said.
“That’s because she puked it all up before we made Brie come pick us all up,” Amara said with a snort.
Both Delatou parents whipped their heads to Brie. “You were thirteen!” Lena shrieked.
Brie shrugged. “Still knew how to drive.”
Lena huffed a sigh out through her nose. “You girls are the reason I have grey hair.”
The daughters exchanged glances and promptly burst out laughing, but it was Leon who spoke.
“You’ve never had a grey hair in your life, woman.”
Lena cut him with a glare. “Don’t even get me started onyou.”
“Anyway,” Delia said. “Everything is up there, I just need to start staging.”
“You want some help?” Chloe asked. “I’ve got some free timenow that I’m not on deadline.”
“You’re also pregnant,” Logan reminded her.
“I know that!” Chloe shot back. “I’m not going to be doing any heavy lifting, but I can help with little stuff.”
“I can help too!” Lena piped up. “I need to get out of this house and do something besides listen to your father drone on about fishing.”
“I beg your pardon?” Leon said to his wife, hand coming to his chest like he’d been wounded.
“I love you, honey,” she said absently, “but I don’t care about trout or pike or tuna or whatever.”
“There aren’t any tuna in the Great Lakes,” Leon grumbled, and I fought back a chuckle.
“I’ll happily talk fishing with you anytime, Leon,” Logan said brightly, and my laugh burst free at last, along with everyone else at the table.
Leon smiled widely, pointing his fork at Logan. “That’s why Daniels is my favorite.”
“Fishing aside,” Delia said, once again pulling the conversation back to the distillery. “We’re planning on hosting a little soft open in a few weeks. I’m thinking the thirteenth.”
“We are?” I hissed at her.
“Oh, did I forget to tell you?” she asked with an overly sweet smile.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Lena said, clapping her hands together. “We can make it a whole party.”
Delia cursed softly next to me, and I looked down at her quizzically.
