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"They're brothers, but notmybrothers," I correct. "They're part of the decision, so I'll need them to take the tour, as well."

She nods primly and motions for us to follow her, giving us a very thorough tour of the different train cars and facilities. The tour only takes about ten minutes, and we make a quick pit-stop in the dining car to bring some snacks back to our compartment.

"It's too cramped," I say rather bluntly once we're alone, slathering my scone with clotted cream and jam before taking a giant bite.

Theo nods in agreement. "It would be impossible to dance, and we'd be limited in how many people we could invite."

"It's unique. Gorgeous, honestly, but we'd be giving up too much," Henry says, sipping at his tea, the cup tiny in his giant hand.

"What do you think, Dylan?" I ask.

He doesn't answer until he's finished typing our comments into his notes app. "Same. I love the idea of it, but I just don't think it will work for us."

I duck my head, hiding my smile, loving the juxtaposition of his nerdy side coming out to play right after he bent me over the table and absolutely railed me.

"Thank god we all agree," I sigh, snuggling into his arms as we watch the fall colors race by.

69

When the guys told me we had a two-bedroom suite for tonight, they failed to mention that it was in the beautiful Ivernochy Castle Hotel. After dropping off our bags, we order four picnic meals from the hotel restaurant and take them to the banks of the loch to enjoy the sunset while we eat.

"I've been thinking," Henry says, holding a grape up to my mouth. "I think we need to save our little challenge until we get back home–I still want you to be able to walk tomorrow."

I bite the grape in half, a wicked grin pulling at my lips. "I've been thinking about it too, and since I'm already a little sore, it should just be you coming. Tonight."

He swallows hard. "Just me?"

I shrug. "That was the point, right? See how many times you can come before your dick goes limp?"

"Yeah, but when I said it, I thought I'd be inside you, Red," he protests, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You will be. Inside my hand, inside my mouth..."

"Fuck me," he breathes, a blush creeping into his cheeks. "What are you going to do? Just lay me out on the bed and have your way with me?"

"Precisely."

"You two have fun. Dylan and I are saving ourselves for the gondola tomorrow," Theo says, handing me a piece of bread layered with cheese and jam.

"Are you serious?" I ask, blanching.

"Maybe not with that reaction," Theo says, raising his eyebrows. "If you're uncomfortable with it, then I'm sure we can manage to behave ourselves."

"We'll see what it's like tomorrow," I mutter, my heart racing. The thought of hanging high up in the air, swinging around in the wind, doesn't seem romantic. If I'm being honest, it makes me sick just thinking about it.

"Have you started planning the grand opening of the brewery yet?" Dylan asks, changing the subject. He's lying back on the grass with one arm tucked beneath his head, completely relaxed.

"I've been more concerned about brewing the first beers I'll be offering than planning a grand opening."

"When do you think you'll have them ready?" he asks, turning toward me, blocking the sun with his hand to keep it out of his eyes.

"I’m not sure. This is my first batch, and I want to make sure everything is perfect before I open."

"Just let us know when you’re ready and we'll take care of everything else."

"You'd do that?" I ask, my voice cracking. I've tried not to show it, but getting the brewery up and running has been incredibly stressful. There are so many small tasks that still need to be finished. The guys have been great about helping, but I’m the only one who can make the final decisions, and it has definitely started wearing on me.

"Of course we'd do that," Theo says, exasperated.

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