Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
His words are cut off from Griffin next to me who nudges me with his elbow. “I was the one. I thought it would be a good thing for the business.”
I gaze up into Griffin’s eyes as the rest of everyone chatters around the table. Only now it feels like just us two are sitting here. I’m nervous as I stare at him.
Maybe it’s because of what Willow just said. Maybe it’s because I never noticed how light-brown his eyes are with specks of green near the pupil. Maybe it’s because I’ve never noticed just how good-looking Griffin is. Or how he looks at me like he wants to devour me. I’m not going to lie, it kind of turns me into a puddle of want.
“Thank you,” I whisper so only he can hear me. And just like that the moment is broken when Willow and Brock start bickering back and forth over which restaurant has a better burger.
Chapter 2
Griffin
I flop down into bed and let out a groan. I’m exhausted. Today we were so busy and I’ve been on my feet since I woke up. It’s now after two in the morning and I’m just lying down.
My thoughts drift to the conversation I had with Anya today. She’s just starting to clear out the back room and get her thoughts together on what is going to happen in there. When I poked my head in to see how it was going she smiled at me and my pulse began to race. She said we need to sit down and get some ideas for the menu. A simple request, but damn the thought of sitting down with her does things to me that it shouldn’t.
It’s strange having her around all the time. I made a promise to Callum years ago that I would stay away from his sister and I will never break that promise, but I can’t help that when I look at her she knocks the wind out of me.
I pushed Callum to let her do this and I’m not entirely sure why that was.
One thing is for sure though, it was either the smartest or dumbest thing I’ve ever done.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand and I groan reaching over to see who it is.
Callum: My sister has just informed me that she booked a party for next weekend. This means we all need to get that room ready, plus you need to get with her and get a menu going.
That was fast.
Callum: A little too fast. We aren’t close to ready. This is the shit I was afraid of.
Until she starts making serious money from this idea, Callum is going to be a hardass about it. Part of my job as his best friend is to try to get him to focus on the positive things. To make him understand not everything falls on his shoulders and that he needs to chill out sometimes.
It’s not an easy job, but I try my best.
She’s selling her idea which will ultimately be beneficial to us all. We’ll get the room ready in plenty of time and I’ll carve out time to work on the menu with her. We’ve got this, C. It’s an exciting new chapter for the brewery.
He takes a few minutes to reply and to anyone else, they would think he’s just occupied with something else. But, I know better. He’s dissecting everything I’ve just said and processing it. He’s evaluating the pros and cons. He’s detailing how much time and money this is all going to take to make happen in time.
Like I said, my job as his best friend isn’t easy.
Finally, my phone vibrates and I look at his reply.
Callum: Yeah all right. I want everyone at the brewery an hour early to get a jump on that room.
I give him a thumb-up emoji and toss my phone back on the nightstand. An hour early means I have an hour less to sleep. Which sucks but there’s no point in arguing with Callum. The man can survive a day with twenty minutes of sleep. He’s a fucking machine.
“Callum, what do you want to do with all these old receipts and orders?” Shepherd asks, holding one of the numerous boxes.
“I guess put all the boxes in my office and clutter it more than it already is.” He pushes a chair against the table and looks around. “This is fucking ridiculous.”
I grab his shoulder and he glances at me. “This is progress. You no longer use paper receipts or orders, so we’ll scan all these into the computer in a file and you can get rid of the clutter. Don’t overthink it, man.”
Anya’s eyes bounce between Callum and me while Paxton, Shepherd, and Tripp carry out the boxes.
He blows out a breath and nods. “Let’s call it a night. We’ve been at this for hours.”