Page 8 of It's a Brewtiful Day

“Oh, that’ll be nice.” Hopefully, the wedding was next winter, so I had time to save. Would make sense, she did say she didn’t want to rush into the marriage. “When?”

“December.”

“Like in three months?”

“Yep.” She dropped the pot onto the hot mat and started scooping the mac and cheese mixture into the muffin tins. “Nice, eh?”

I shrugged. “It’s an easy way to cut down on the guest list. Not many people can just afford to suddenly go to Mexico, and on such short notice too.”

“Well, she just lost two. I’ll be teaching, so Chad and I can’t go, but maybe you can with three month’s notice, if you ask Harvey nicely.”

I could if I wanted to dip into my savings and blow it on a trip. There was a decent amount of cash sitting around in the bank, but I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to use it for yet. A weeklong trip didn’t seem like a good reason to dip into it when there were ideas of buying my own house or finishing my business degree or even buying out the owner of Pages & Dreams and making itmystore. As it was, I just paid off the last of my unsuccessful attempt at obtaining my university degree in Library Sciences.

Chad came into the kitchen and kissed his wife on the forehead. Decked out in his fireman’s t-shirt and black pants, he looked as if he was ready to head to the firehall.His hand hovered over the muffin tin. “Can I have one?”

She slapped his hand away. “A, they are not even close to being ready, and B, no. These are for book club.”

“That looks like a supper dish, and I thought book club was snacks and wine?”

I laughed and took a sip from my glass. “Book club is our second supper.”

Chad turned in my direction. “How’s it going, Sage?” He dug out the leftover grated cheese and dropped most of it into his mouth; some hit the floor.

“Can’t complain.”

He licked his fingers. “How’s Billy doing?”

“I have no idea.”

“What?” He stopped mid-lick to stare at me. “Why not?”

“They broke up a couple of weeks ago, I told you that and she’s between guys,” Cassie said and then presented her muffin tray of mini mac bites. “Tada!”

“Looks good, Cass. The ladies will gobble them up.”

Grabbing the spatula, Chad salvaged a couple of pieces of macaroni from the pot. “What was wrong with this guy?”

“Don’t pick. She has high expectations, unlike me, apparently.” Cassie picked the stray pieces of grated cheese off the floor and tossed them into the sink.

I covered my mouth to stifle a laugh.

“No, seriously. They can’t all be bad.” He leaned against the counter.

“If you must know, he farted. A lot.” I pinched my nose for added effect.

He shrugged. “So what? All guys do. Girls do too.” Chad turned to his wife with a knowing smirk on his face.

Cassie’s eyes grew three sizes. “I do not.”

“Oh yeah, you do.” Chad faced me again. He should’ve worn his gear though; it would’ve protected him from my sister’s fire breathing.

If Cassie did pass wind, it was only when she was unconscious.

I cleared my throat to tear the unwanted attention off my sister. “When I told him it bothered me, he increased his releases, and they grew worse.”

Chad sighed. “Well, it’s not a solid reason to dump a guy. Maybe he has some disease or something.”

“Unlikely. He was just rude.”