Page 3 of Merry with a Brewmaster
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
For some reason, it’s the shirt that has me blinking back tears. They’re angry but they’re still tears and I’m not a crier—I never have been.
And now, I need to get out of here.
“Vienna, this is Wells Reiser. He and his daughter just moved to Love Beach. We’ve hired him as the brewmaster, and he’s the one I told you about needing a nanny,” Isaac says, completely missing the way I’m trying to murder the man next to him with my mind.
“I can explain—” Wells says without even glancing at his boss—my boss.Our boss.
Nope.
Hard pass.
“You can fuck right off is what you can do,” I snap, Isaac’s gaze bouncing between us.
“So obviously you two know each other,” he says, slightly amused, as I turn a withering stare on the man whose only saving grace is that he’s my best friend’s fiancé.
“I’m going home. Don’t put me on the schedule with him, and you can forget I ever offered to nanny,” I bite out, spinning on my heel and pushing out the door and onto the sidewalk.
Wells curses behind me, his footsteps loud as he jogs after me, grabbing my arm and spinning me to face him.
“Will you wait a damn minute?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Wrenching my arm from his grasp, I take a step back. “You lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie.”
“You moved into my town. YouknewI lived here.” He grimaces. “How long did you know?”
“Vienna, just?—”
“How long did you know?”
“Right after the last night we were together. The job I had lined up fell through and I had to scramble to find something fast. Isaac put up the posting and,”—he looks away, running hishand over the back of his head—“I don’t know. I thought I’d have time to figure this out once I got settled.”
“In a town this size?”
“How the hell was I supposed to know I got hired at the place you work? You can’t go five feet without tripping over another bar.” He motions down the road which, to his credit, is littered with all kinds of bars and restaurants.
I ignore the dig because I can. “And your daughter?”
Wells spreads his arms out to the sides, his wingspan impressive and his muscles strong—muscles I’d been well acquainted with not long ago.
“I don’t let her meet the women I’m fucking.”
His hands drop to his sides but the words, however right they are, feel like a slap to the face.
Wow.
The words shouldn’t hurt but they do. I must not school my expression fast enough because Wells’s face is painted with regret.
“I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”
“I think it came out exactly like you meant it.”
