Page 44 of Bourbon Wishes
"Good point. Do whatever you want. I'll sign off on it." He chuckles again. "Especially if you're jumping through all these hoops just to get her to marry you."
"As if you didn't do the same for Zoya." He relocated to Tennessee just after the New Year, so they wouldn't be half a country away while she finished school. He's spent the last several months working with a whiskey distillery there on our new whiskey.
"Damn right I did," he growls. "And you know what? I don't fucking regret it."
"I won't regret this either," I murmur. There isn't a doubt in my mind about that. If she won't marry me when I'm her boss, I simply won't be her boss any longer. Problem solved.
"Then good for you," my twin mutters.
"Thanks. I guess I'll let you go…do your fiancée."
"Dick," he says, chuckling.
"Oh. Hey. One more thing."
"Why is there always one more thing with you?" he groans.
"What do you think about hiring a new social media manager?"
"Uh, isn't that Constance's job?"
"Currently, yes. But I have other ideas for her."
"What ideas? You know what? I don't actually care. Do whatever you want, just get off my fucking phone already."
"Fine. Just remember you said that."
"Whatever. Bye, dick."
"Talk to you later," I say, chuckling as he hangs up on me.
I start to tuck my phone in my pocket and then pause to fire off a text to Haven.
Me: I need a favor.
Haven: What?
Me: Can you get Constance's job listed?
I barely have the message sent before she's calling me.
"What do you mean, list her job?" she growls in my ear. "That'sherjob. If you're thinking about taking her job from her, I swear to God, Bastian, I'll…"
"Jesus Christ, do you have any faith in me?"
"Do you really want me to answer that right now?" she asks, pure venom lacing the saccharine question.
"She's working her ass off all day, every day. I figured someone else could handle our social media so that she can focus on other things."
"What things?"
Carrying my babies.
I figure I probably shouldn't say that part, though. If Haven doesn't kill me for it, Constance definitely will when she finds out.
"Her talents go beyond social media management. With this new alcohol line launching soon, and Ridley adding Ambrosia Kisses to the winery menu, we need a helluva lot more than just social media management help."
"Fine," she sniffs. "I'll do it before I leave today. But you need to talk to her about it before then because she's not going to be happy."
