Page 8 of On The Rocks

Lennon chuckled. “So, you just missed them.”

“Pretty much. I wondered why Justin didn’t mention it.”

She shrugged. “They’re pretty protective of the band here. It’s a miracle you haven’t run into Ian Kagan. He’s married to one of the Manning siblings.”

“So, that’s Zoe.” I whistled. “Hell, I guess no one will give a shit who I am around here.”

She patted my knee. “You’re still special.”

I arched a brow at her.

She unfolded her legs and slid off the swing. “I better go back up there and try the other ones in the Honey line.” She bent to pick up her bottle, then she made her way down the hill to the patio and back inside.

I watched.

That ass would haunt me for days, so I might as well enjoy it.

Then I set the swing to rocking again.

I had some explaining to do. I just hoped it wouldn’t screw up my place at the orchard.

Chapter 3

Lennon

Cider and Revelations

By the time I got back to the taproom, the bar was full of my favorite people. Annette Stern, our lead waitress and sometimes bartender, was sitting on a stool beside Kain who had commandeered one of the twins.

From the giggles, I’d guessed it was Amelia who looked like a doll in Kain’s massive arms.

Beckett and Justin were lined up beside him, all of them covered in dirt and sweat. No thanks on sitting next to that. Instead, I went around behind the bar with Ronan.

“You’re back.” Ronan grinned down at me. “Getting cozy with Griffin?”

I gave him a bland look. “Since when do you play matchmaker?”

“Since we’re all blissfully linked up.” He nodded at the rest of the people at the bar.

“Not me!” Annette hopped off her stool. “No way, no how, thank you very much. I just stopped in to grab my St. Pat’s shirt for our first day back.”

Ronan picked up a box that was behind the bar and dug inside, unearthing a black T-shirt with the Brothers Three owl holding a green-colored bottle of cider in his claw with Happy St.Patrick’s Day scrawled across the chest in neon green. “Here you go. Kira put up your schedule in the app. The cleaners should be done this week, and we’ll start setting up Monday.”

“Thank God. I’m more than ready to get rid of my winter job.”

Ronan laughed. “Your dream job doesn’t include Hilton hotels?”

“Absolutely not. God, people are gross.” She held up the shirt as she left. “See you next week,” she called out.

I elbowed Ronan. “Get out of my space.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Ronan laughed and went out to sit with the dirty trio.

I pulled glasses out of the washer and lined them up. “So, Honey is our main ingredient for the new line?”

“More or less.” Ronan hunched over the bar top.

“Nice that you finally found a spice, Boa.”

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