Chapter 29

Lewis

Perla threw back her head and laughed when I entered the brewery.

“I just knew you’d be checking on me before lunch. It’s fine, Lew. I have everything under control.” She pushed a strand of her silky brown hair back under her bonnet, and turned back towards the kettle. “I’m fine. You go help Duncan.”

“Don’t forget to take a break and have something to eat, yeh?” I asked her, feeling more like her dad than her colleague.

“Aye, Captain.” She winked at me over her shoulder. “I just wanted to check something, and then I’m meeting Clara and Ariah for lunch.”

“Good.” I contemplated her. “I’m proud of you, Perla.”

“Go before you make me cry!” She waved me off with a laugh.

I grabbed some of the roast our Brownie chef had made for the staff today and joined Ollie at the table.

No matter how much the whole secrecy sucked and how guilty I felt that I went behind his back with his little brother, I loved working with my best mate.

“I totally forgot to ask you if you wanted to watch a rugby game with us on the weekend, Lew?” he asked me over a forkful of food.

“Oh.” I’d been hoping to spend the weekend in bed with Noah, drenched in each other’s bodily fluids, and maybe playing some Alphaforce while he warmed my cock.

I’d found that idea on a kink website run by a Dom who called himself ‘Captain’ and was desperate to try it with Noah.

The Captain’s site was one of the resources I’d used to educate myself on proper aftercare and all that stuff that came with wanting to edge my man into oblivion and making him cum multiple times.

I wanted to do it safely, and yeah, it was a bit embarrassing that I was in my early thirties and only just learned about this but hey …

. Noah made me want to get this right, to grow.

Better late than never.

“Lew?” Ollie prompted me again, pulling me out of my cockwarming fantasies.

“Oh, sorry, I just got lost in thought. I’m not sure. I have something coming up, but I’ll see if I can shift things around and make it work.”

“Scotland’s playing New Zealand. It’s bound to be a good game.”

I enjoyed rugby with the boys but what I really wanted was a weekend full of sleepy cuddles, hot sex, and the kind of life changing conversations that happened on Saturdays spent in bed.

“Yeah, I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Sure. My parents got in touch.”

I looked at Ollie with my fork suspended in midair.

“They did?”

“Yes.” Ollie exhaled through tense lips. “They’re not coming home for Christmas. They asked me to tell Noah. He’s going to be upset, he always gets so worked up about them.”

I huffed. “Can you blame him?”

My best friend contemplated me for a long moment, then he gave me a half smile. “I suppose not. I’ve just had enough of handling someone else’s emotions for the rest of my life.” His eyes went wide, and I was certain he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Good thing he’s an adult, then. You can just focus on your own shit.” The words came out a little sharper than intended, but I was beyond sugarcoating anything when it came to Noah.

“Touché.” Ollie huffed. “I sometimes forget that he’s almost thirty.”

Wish I could say the same.

We finished our stew in near silence, took the dishes back into the kitchen, and parted ways.

Why did things have to be so difficult? Why couldn’t I just tell him that Noah and I were in love?

I’d have to come clean soon, I knew that, but part of me was still waiting for Noah to tell his brother that we were dating.

Kjartan’s truck, which was almost as large as my own, was parked in the yard, and Duncan, a bear of a man, got out of his car when I stepped into the courtyard. His sheepdog took off with Maddie’s poodle. Duncan looked after Fern and Madigan, and was still chortling when I stepped up to him.

“Hey, man!” I thumped my friend on the back. “Good to see you.”

“Lew, good tae see ye, my friend.”

We joined forces with Kjartan, an enormous Orc with his long hair in a braid, and scars none of us ever dared ask about. He was quiet but a good guy. Maddie showed us exactly where Duncan’s stall was supposed to go, and we got to work.

In the end, I barely had time to watch Noah show a bubbly curvy woman with an infectious smile around. Louise Reid looked nothing like I had imagined her. And she seemed genuinely excited about what we got up to at Lone Fox.

“Hello, boys,” she said when Noah led her past.

I huffed. Between a scarred Orc with biceps as thick as her thighs, a bear shifter with a nose ring, and me, we hardly qualified as ‘boys.’

“Lou, meet Lewis, our brewmaster,” Noah introduced me with a slight edge to his voice.

“This is Duncan Cassidy, who owns a croft nearby and is the local sheep shearer, and Kjartan.” The Orc’s head turned around when Noah said his name and a minuscule smile lifted a corner of his mouth.

Noah had always had a thing for languages.

“Kjartan is a carpenter for Struan Fox, the contractor from Kincardie.”

I swooned at how confidently he explained it all.

How did Ollie still see Noah as a kid when he was this confident and skilled at his job?

They moved on towards the restaurant to warm up as I heard Noah go over a few more things for their feature.

It took us another two hours to put the stall up, and I headed towards the staff apartment house to have a shower before meeting Noah.

Almost as if my brain had willed him into existence, I ran into my sweet puppy again. He was about to get into his car but paused when he spotted me.

“I was going to text you. I forgot that I need cat food and litter for Mr Pickles, and I’m out of pretty much everything,” Noah explained with one hand braced on the door and the other on the car roof.

“I’ll be extra brave and head to the shops on my own.

” Noah dragged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“And then I’m going to clean up properly before you come over,” he added with a suggestive wink.

It made me hard.

Gods, Puppy, what are you doing to me?

“Okay,” I choked out. I had a plan for later but didn’t stop him. It gave him the peace of mind he needed to let go in bed.

“I’ll see you at my place, then?”

“Yes.” I reached out but caught myself just in time to redirect my hand when Ollie stepped out of the restaurant building and waved over.

“Did the interview go okay?” I asked him, not quite ready to let him go.

Perhaps I wished for him to break character and do something that would let Ollie catch on.

“Yes, it went great, actually. I mentioned the beer brewing courses, too. Lou loved it and I think she might be back to do a feature on it. Free marketing and all.” He blushed and I could almost see his brain overanalysing the situation. “Sorry if I overstepped, I just thought ….”

“Noah?” I interrupted his rambling. “Thank you. You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.”

“Hey, as if I’d pass up an opportunity to brag about my man.” With that and a cheeky wink, he slid into the driver’s seat. “See you in a bit.”

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