Page 164 of On The Rocks

Beckett frowned and glanced at Kira. “This is your place, Key.”

“There was a reason I brought Lennon here. She’s definitely helped our place grow just by her name and now because she’s trained our people to be some of the best bartenders in the area.” Kira twisted her fingers together. “We should probably talk to Ronan too, but he’s more worried about the ciders than what I do at the taproom.”

Griffin looked down at me. “Is this what you want?”

“I love it here. And since we’re closed in the winter, I’d have the flexibility to do other things.”

“We’d need to talk to lawyers—” Beckett began.

I interrupted. “Oh, no doubt there. I want both of us protected if we do this. Period.”

I’d seen too many bars come and go when my mother had been alive. Why she’d had so many different jobs throughout her lifetime. The wandering I’d been doing for so long had brought me here in the end.

That had to mean something.

“But we still need to deal with the crazy fuck,” Kain said, folding his arms over his chest. “Which we are going to talk about at length.” He narrowed his gaze at Griffin, then me.

I swallowed hard, but I nodded.

“I agree that the police should be involved. Turnbull is a damn small town, so we just have a sheriff’s office.”

I leaned against Griffin for a moment. “We’ll go talk to them. Together.”

Kira’s lips twitched. “So, you two, huh?”

Griffin pulled me closer. “All the way. I’m going to marry her.”

“Excuse me?” I swiveled my head to stare at him.

“Relax, Lenny. It’s going to be great.”

“You didnotask me, ace.”

“I know.” He lowered his hand from my back to my hand and laced our fingers. “I will.”

“Who says I’m saying yes?”

Beckett laughed. “That’s the taproom. Never boring.”

“I would really like it to be boring, thanks.” Kira blew a lock of hair out of her face. “I have enough excitement at home.”

Beckett’s face went serious. “And I have more than just me to protect now.”

Kain’s eyebrows shot up. “Brah! Are congratulations in order?”

Beckett’s face went ruddy. “Yeah. Helena is pregnant. Due in December.”

“Look at you with the good timing.” Kain grabbed him into a bear hug. “Happy for you.”

Beckett grunted. “Thanks. Can you put me down?”

“Sorry.” He rubbed his hands together. “More babies to spoil.”

“When are you making one of your own?”

“Bells wants to do the big wedding thing first. My girl wants a slice of traditional, I’m giving her a slice of traditional.” The wide grin faded. “We are going to talk, though.”

“I’ll leave you guys to it. Let me know what the sheriff says.” Beckett tipped his hat. He glanced at me. “We’ll make some plans after we talk contracts.”

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