talkative this early in the morning… and after so much booze the night before.
“Watson Metalworks is one of the most popular stores in at least the nearest five counties and the internet side of the business has just started to explode this year.” He grabs another rag, this one clean, from the other side of his overalls and wipes his forehead again. This man sweats like he’s just finished a marathon. “Listen to me going on and on. Long story long, she often needs my help, which takes me away from the million-and-one things I need to do around here. They get so caught up on a new piece, shipping out orders or dealing with customers, they can’t seem to pull themselves away very often. A few years back, I could complain and make Paige do it, but I’d be lying if I said the store isn’t making as much money as this damn winery by now.”
I can barely make out what he’s saying. My head feels like a helium balloon seconds away from takeoff.
He cocks his head to the side. “You alright, Xander?”
“Yeah, I’m hanging in there.”
“You look like shit.”
“I feel like shit.” I smile—or attempt one, at least—and he laughs.
“Well, if I learned one thing in the Army, it’s that you’ve gotta work through hangovers.” He lifts himself from the tractor, laughing as he passes by. “Let’s go get you acquainted with the winery.”
I sit back down in the front room, grabbing my now lukewarm coffee and taking a nauseating chug of it. Only the Bailey’s helps keep it down.
Rowdy lies at my feet, rolling onto his back and pawing at me for attention. The sight of it is almost too much to bear. It’s been hard since our pit bull, Scout, died, so it’s nice to have a dog around again.
“Holy fuckin’ balls, bitch. You didn’t say he was that hot!” Brandi plops down beside me and swipes a forearm dramatically across her forehead.
“I did tell you!” I reach a hand down and oblige Rowdy’s begging. He laps a tongue against my arm in appreciation.
“You said he was hot, but he’s like… smoking hot. Dibs on that shit!” She laughs.
“ Dibs ?” The sound of my voice takes me back a bit. I didn’t mean for it to come off so… territorial.
She curls a lip and shoves me. “You bitch. You like him!” She swats my arm. “I mean, I don’t blame you, but I’d think with your parents right upstairs, he’d be off-limits.”
She’s right, of course.
“I don’t like him! I don’t even know him. He could be a complete creep.” I don’t even believe my own words.
“Okay, Paige, I’ve known you for how long now? Going on fifteen years. I’ve known your parents about the same. Your dad isn’t going to let some creeper near his family, so he must have seen something in him. He’s good at that shit.”
She’s right. My dad has always been protective of our family, especially with my mom and me, and at times, it’s almost too much.
“He was over here for like five hours last night drinking and talking with Dad. You think I like him? My dad’s in love. And the way he didn’t hesitate to put Benji in his place, I just think Dad’s got a good feeling about him.”
“Shit, I’ve got a good feeling about him too… and it’s in my panties.” She laughs and motions toward her crotch. “If I had been working and saw him do that to Benji’s fat ass, I would’ve let him fuck me right on top of the bar…and I would’ve let everyone watch.”
“Brandi!”
“I’m serious. Fuck it!”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Paige, don’t tell me you didn’t notice that anaconda stuffed into his jeans?”
“ What ?! What the fuck are you talking about? Anaconda? I wasn’t looking at his damn jeans.” I laugh, finding it hard to not to love this girl who has become like a sister to me. She’s the craziest bitch I know, but she’s got my back no matter what. She’s had it since day one. She’s never really had much in the way of family, so she became an