Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Nah, not with us,” he replied without looking at Clint.
“Hey, did I say something wrong? I feel like I did. I didn’t mean anything by that.”
Colby shook off his concern. The last thing he wanted was for Clint to feel bad. “You’re fine. No worries. I’m just glad I can talk to you about these things.” He knew he could tell Roe too, but for whatever reason, it was hard. Roe was the best brother a guy could have, but he was also perfect. It shouldn’t be a competition, but Colby couldn’t help feeling like he didn’t measure up to Roe or Dennis.
“Your secret is safe with me.” Clint wrapped an arm around Colby’s shoulders. “And I’m happy for you. The friendship between you and Vince is special. It’s easy to see that. I’m glad you have him.”
Colby nodded, unsure what to say. All he knew was how glad he was he had Vince too.
They finished their hike, then went their separate ways. Colby and Vince were off today, but Vince was with Holden, and Colby was bored. The second batch of beer was fermenting. He couldn’t wait to taste it. The waiting in this process was the hardest part for him, but then he also had a feeling that would make it more exciting in the end.
When he got home, he went into the shop, though there was nothing he could do with the beer at this point. He was lucky he had this space, lucky that it had power, insulated walls, and could be just as comfortable as being in the house.
He had the fridge, the countertops, the shelves on the walls. There were his tools and some random projects he’d started but not finished. The couch and a TV so he could watch that when he was outside too, but there was also a lot of extra space he never had any idea what to do with, and if he rearranged things, he could make even more.
He pushed the couch against the far wall. If he maneuvered things right, half the shop could be a fun hangout area with the couch, television, and a pool table, and the other half could be…well, anything. Maybe a better-equipped spot to brew beer? Even if this didn’t go anywhere, if it was just for fun, that didn’t mean he couldn’t upgrade the equipment for shits and giggles. Even if he only brewed for himself and Vince, he could still have a better counter put in for it…maybe build a room off the back that was just for fermenting. He could make bigger batches, more of them if he was smart about how he set it up, ordered new equipment, and came up with a schedule around his job at Covington Acres.
He didn’t allow himself to question what he was doing, just got to work—moving things around, visualizing ideas, and when he was done with that part, he went into the house, pulled out his laptop, did some research, and put an order in.
Just as he finished, the front door opened, and he looked up to see Vince. He was sweaty, his jeans dirty from whatever he’d been doing with Holden that day, and damn, was a sexy, hardworking Vince hot as hell. It seemed everything he did turned Colby on now.
“Uh-oh. What are you up to?” Vince joined him at the bar counter, tossing his cap down.
“Who says I’m up to anything?”
“I see the look of mischief, mixed with a bit of questioning yourself and a whole lotta wanting to see me naked.”
Colby chuckled. He’d never enjoyed anyone in his life as much as he enjoyed Vince. “You see all that on my face?” He quirked a brow.
“Yep. And in your eyes. You tell me all sorts of stories with those, babe. Even when you don’t want to.”
Colby’s pulse raced. Did Vince always see everything Colby felt when he looked at him? If so, how? It didn’t make sense to him how that was even possible. What if he looked deep enough and didn’t like what he saw?
Vince’s brows drew together, and he reached out, cupping Colby’s cheek. “What is it? Is something wrong?”
Of course Vince’s thoughts would go there. It’s how he was built. He never stopped worrying about others.
Colby turned on his stool, held Vince’s waist and pulled him so Vince stood between his legs. It was an intimate gesture, but then, even before they started hooking up, there was something intimate about his relationship with Vince. “I think I’m going to build a better, fully functioning brewery in the shop. That’s probably jumping the gun, considering I haven’t even tasted our second batch yet, but…I think I want it.”
They had tasted the first batch again, after it had been bottled, and it was a hundred times better than it had been before. Definitely not bad for a first try.