Page 51 of Blizzards and Brews
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head from his casual gesture.
Ollie and Spencer ended up coming down the stairs before she could respond, the two of them filling the space with their energy.
My brother all but scaled Lindsay, crawling into her lap and scent-marking her as Spencer came up and framed her from behind, the two of them whispering things that had her scent turning sweeter.
“I’m taking you out on a date tonight, firefly,” Adam all but growled out.
He threw a pleading look at me and I knew he wanted my help with arranging something. It wasn’t that my brothers didn’t know and love our girl on their own, but somehow, more often than not, they always ended up wanting to run their ideas by me.
Lindsay ducked her head around Ollie. “What?”
“We’re going on a date tonight,” he repeated, his chest puffing up as if he was preparing for some kind of fight. “After we get things settled at the brewery.”
“Oh god, the brewery,” Lindsay muttered, looking to me. “Were the cleaners?—?”
“All good,” I assured her. “I had a couple messages waiting on my phone. Leander is there already receiving the new food delivery to replenish our stores. We should be able to reopen today.”
“We really need to touch base on the festival sooner rather than later,” Spencer said with a grimace. “Especially if we’re going to have product to distributors or the new designs for the local release in time.”
“I have a few things to do this morning but then I’ll be in early to help Leander and get everything organized. Let’s meet there at nine thirty and we can go over everything before we open for lunch?” Adam asked, grabbing one of his protein drinks from the fridge.
“That works,” Ollie said, nodding. “Gives me enough time to corral this one into some online retail therapy with me.”
“Oh no,” Lindsay said, shaking her head. “The last time I agreed to that you redecorated my entire freaking home.”
It took a moment for her words to sink in, the devastation wiping away the smile on her face.
The guys and I all exchanged looks, knowing that we weren’t anywhere done with that shit piece of an ex of hers.
“Well, it won’t make up for all your stuff, but I have been graciously offered a room here and I would love your input,” Spencer said, all but pouting at her. “Do you think you could find it in your heart to help me?”
She rolled her eyes. “What’s in it for me?”
“Oh I’m sure I can think ofplentyof ways to repay the favor, angel.”
“And I’m out,” Adam said. “I’ll see all of you in a bit.”
It was of no surprise to me that Adam was going to the gym again, it was only one of the outlets he had to relieve some of his pent up stress.
Adam had the gym, I had my guitar, and Ollie had his collection of specialty brews and bottles. He’d taken on the role of brewmaster early on. They were each interests, sometimes vices, in their own way that we used to fill the time that Lindsay didn’t occupy.
I left Lindsay in Ollie’s and Spencer’s capable hands knowing they’d want a moment with her before what was bound to be a long day for all of us.
By the time we all had wound up back at the bar I had managed to prep some helpful things for Adam and really review the rest of the options Spencer had given us just before the blizzard hit.
“So, you’re one hundred percent decided on this theme?” Spencer confirmed. “Because once I put in the order, there isn’t any going back. All the signage and labels will coordinate.”
“I think it’s the most seasonal while still being open to a lot of possibilities,” Ollie said. “I like that we’re pulling in colors from all kinds of traditions, not just the standard red and green.”
“Agreed,” I said. “But we need to decide what to do about the festival tent and here at the brewery. I think given some of our numbers, especially on the nights we have live music, that we should throw a main launch party here during the festival. Go all out.”
“What if we called in a couple of our temp workers to manage the tent during the day so we can explore the festival as a pack,” Lindsay said. “Then we can save our energy for the big launch party.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” I said as I fidgeted with my lip ring and studied her. The idea of walking around the festival and showing her off to the town had warmth spreading in my chest.
“I love that plan,” Ollie said, his eyes lighting up. That was enough for Adam’s resolve to weaken.
“I’ll contact Matt and Pat to see if they’re free for a few hours,” Adam relented. “We should make some flyers or signs to point everyone to the brewery when we open up for the evening.”