Page 81 of Make It Burn

We eat while talking about the work we have done on the album and the things still in the pipeline.

“Come on, follow me,” he says, standing.

I take out my purse.

“What are you doing?” he asks, smiling.

“We have to pay, don’t we?” I offer, looking around.

He pulls me up by my hand. “I think they know where to find me. Let’s go, I’ll take you on a tour.”

“You sure?”

He shakes his head, an amused grin tugging on his lips. “Positive.”

We make our way through the entrance heading outside. He stops in front of a factory-like building, and my mouth drops when he opens a big wooden door leading to the distillery floor. It is massive.

“Is this all yours?” I ask, looking up at the huge boilers.

“I own it together with Nathan, so half is mine.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you owned a distillery and bar?”

He brushes his hair behind his ears. A stray lock falls right back in front of his eyes. My fingers itch to run through it. I bite on my lip. Shit what am I doing?

“Began the distillery after I moved here a couple years back,” he answers, sounding proud. “Already had the bar in Los Angeles four years ago when we—” He stops talking and walks away.

And I know what he means. That time I went to LA to try and get him out of my life, once and for all. And I’m right back there, knocking on his door.

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