Page 60 of No More Secrets
They drove off with Joey’s truck leaving a plume of dust in its wake. Carter watched them go. When he turned back to his brothers they were both grinning like idiots.
“What?”
“Be safe, my little love muffin,” Jax said in a voice a few octaves deeper than his own.
“I’ll miss you, my handsome sex biscuit,” Beckett said with a girlish giggle.
“Hey, asshole, that’s your girl out there, too. They’re gonna get a lot of attention together,” Carter said, rubbing it in.
Jax frowned. “Maybe we should cancel the game?” he suggested.
Beckett slapped him in the back of the head. “Can you two stop thinking with your dicks for five whole seconds?”
“Why aren’t you thinking with yours?” Jax asked. “You break it?”
“I’ve sworn off women for the rest of the year,” Beckett sighed, taking a seat in one of the rocking chairs.
“What happened to what’s her name? Judith? Judy?” Carter asked.
“Trudy. It was all fun and games until she starts telling everyone who’d listen to her that she’s going to be first lady of Blue Moon. Like that’s even a thing. Then she starts telling me how I’d make a great congressman.”
“Like that’s even a thing,” Jax joked.
“She had her eyes on the prize. Only the prize wasn’t me.”
“How’d she take it?” Carter asked.
“Let’s just say Cardona knows not to let her lurk near my place. She was a mean one.” He shivered with the memory.
“Not all women can look adoringly at us like Summer looks at this guy,” Jax said, batting his eyelashes.
“You guys are assholes,” Carter sighed.
“It’s in the DNA. We just learned it from our big bro. Didn’t we, Jax?”
“I thought this was supposed to be bust on Beckett night?” Carter grumbled.
“There’s plenty to go around,” Beckett grinned. “So, what the hell am I doing here early besides bringing beer?”
“Hollywood has something he’d like to discuss,” Carter said, taking the chair next to Beckett. “You have the porch,” he said with a sweeping gesture.
“Yeah, now don’t fuck it up,” Beckett warned him.
Jax leaned against the railing. “I’ve been thinking about coming home for a while. Since you two came out to visit last year.”
“That was a good trip,” Carter said, remembering.
“What was that beer you brewed? The coffee stout?” Beckett asked, taking a drag from the bottle. “That was a good one.”
“That’s why I’m back. I want to start a brewery. Here. With you.”
“A brewery?” Carter repeated.
“More like a brew pub I guess. We could do food, too. Farm to table stuff. People love that shit. We’ve already got the farm. We just need the table.”
“Where exactly would this magical brewery be?” Beckett wondered.
“In the stone barn. It’s just sitting there begging to be used. We could set up brewing equipment on the first level.” He paced while he painted the picture. “We could turn part of the fields around it into parking. Those top two floors are big enough that we could host events. Weddings and parties and stuff.”
