Brewery Reno – Everett
Chapter thirty-nine
The single best thing I have ever done in my life was bringing Cameron in to take over the brewery renovations.
He was amazing, and with the savings he was able to get from his own connections, plus the GoFundMe money and a small payout from that loser, Mitchell, I could actually pull this off.
A hefty amount had been imposed on him when he was convicted, and thankfully, the trial proceedings had been relatively fast. Not that the twat would ever be able to pay all of it, but at least what I did get was helpful.
The work Cameron was doing was incredible, the quality was better than I’d expected, and it was nearly complete.
He even replaced the beams, and they looked better than ever.
It was great to see him shining. And though I wasn't sure how he found the time, he took a class and got his contractors license during the process.
I could not be prouder of him for finally trying to reach his goals. And making mine reachable too.
We would have a grand re-opening, inviting the town to tour the facilities, particularly those who donated.
And even better, I had beer pre-orders. Of course, it would take a little longer to get that going, but Lukas and I already had mash ready, using my special hops and the barley stored that didn’t burn, so we were moving forward at a steady pace. Where was he, though?
I walked around, hunting for him, finally finding him out behind the main wall, making sure everything was up to code.
“Can we talk?”
Cameron put his clipboard down, looking at me with concern. “Of course, what’s up?”
“Move in with me.” Way to blurt it out. I probably sent him into shock.
“What?” Yep, shock.
“I mean it. Hear me out. You’ve been working so hard on this, the renovations with me, and taking on other side jobs on top of that.
The brewery is almost finished, and I think you should do this rather than work on someone else’s crew.
You should run your own crew. Seriously, Cam. You’re good at it.”
“Takes money to get started.”
“That’s why you should move in with me.” I held my hands up, as if that was everything. But it hardly said everything I was thinking at all.
“Not a reason to move in.”
“How about because I love you?”
“You should have started with that.”
“Wait. What?”
Cameron picked me up and spun me around. “I love you too. Let’s do it!”
Everything was working out for once. Renovations nearly done, the beer started, and that fucker, Mitchel, behind bars. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I was enough. I was happy.
Cameron smothered my face with sloppy kisses, making me giggle. “St-Stop. Cam. Stop.”
He finally stopped with the silly kissing, but he didn’t put me down. In fact, he squeezed a bit harder. “I love hearing you laugh, Ever. I promise I’ll try my best to get you to do that again. At least weekly.”
So I laughed for him again.