Page 22 of Don't Fall For Your Brother's Best Friend

I shake my head. “No way.” Has he? Has he always had a crush?

No, I would know if Griffin were harboring feelings for me, and he’s definitely not. He’s like a…my thought falls away as I try to think of the perfect word for Griffin. He’s not like an older brother. No way. He’s much too good-looking and hot to be a brother. Not saying my brothers are ugly, but gross, they’re my brothers.

I don’t view Griffin like that.

Is he a friend?

I mean, I guess you could call him a friend. Even though we’ve never really hung out except for the other night with the axe throwing.

“Pretty soon smoke is going to come out of your ears,” my mother says.

I glance up, lost in thought. “What?”

“What are you thinking about?”

I shake my head. “He doesn’t have a crush. We’re friends.”

My mother grabs another chocolate and pops it into her mouth, and utters the word “good,” as she walks out of the kitchen.

I glance at my phone and notice the time.

I’m going to be late.

I rush around the house, getting dressed and getting the chocolates packed up so I can transport them to the brewery. On my way, I think about what my mother said. If it’s true, then how do I feel about him?

I mean, he’s Griffin. I’ve always thought he was gorgeous, but that’s all it’s ever been.

A warmth washes over me as I think about his arms around me. The way he spoke low in my ear. There’s just something about him.

As I park in the back of the brewery, I pull out my handbag and chocolates.

“Hey, Anya,” Brock says, hosing the back area.

“Hey, what’s up?” I step closer to my younger brother with a big smile.

“Just cleaning up. I have Mr. Daniels picking up the spent grain for his horses soon, so I’m waiting out here for that.”

“Speak of the devil,” I say as I spot Mr. Daniels’ red truck pull up.

Mr. Daniels hops out of his truck. “Anya, haven’t seen you in ages. What have you been up to?”

I shrug. “Working here now.”

Mr. Daniels shifts his trucker cap on his head as he smiles. “Ah, that’s good. I’m just here to pick up the grain for the horses.”

I nod. It’s so great that Callum offered to give the spent grain that’s leftover for Mr. Daniels to take home for free. Even though Callum comes off as a hard ass, I know he has a heart deep inside his rough exterior. “How are the horses?”

“They’re good. You haven’t been out in ages to ride.”

I used to ride every weekend while in high school, but since I’ve been back from college I haven’t had time to get back out there. “Actually,” I say, an idea forming. “Would I be able to bring Callum and Griffin with me to come riding?”

Mr. Daniels smiles. “Sure, just let me know what day you want to come up.”

“What about me?” Brock says, obviously feeling left out.

“You hate horses,” I say with a laugh.

He sets the hose down. “I would just like to be included so I can politely decline.”