Page 40 of Bragg's Love

“And how are those lace curtains now?” Clove asks.

“Gone.” Petal smirks. “Worth it.”

It’s a sad day when a senior citizen has a better sex life than me. I really need to make a trip to White Bridge for a night of sexy fun. No strings attached, of course. Strings take the sexy out of sex.

“As much as I love your company.” I motion toward the pots lined up on my counter. “I have a ton of work to do.”

“We’ll be going,” Sage says but doesn’t go anywhere. I wait. She obviously has another card she wants to put into play. “We stopped by to make sure you’re getting your mail.”

My brow wrinkles in confusion. “Getting my mail? Why wouldn’t I be getting my mail?”

This is Winter Falls. The mail person – aka Rain who also owns the jewelry storeBohemian Treasuresacross the street – knows everyone in town. She never screws up a delivery. Except. She accidentally delivered the foreclosure letter to the brewery.

I narrow my eyes on Sage. “What did you do?”

She bats her eyelashes. “Nothing.” Her saying nothing is equivalent to a confession.

My muscles hurt with the strain to not jump over the counter and throttle her. “You’ve gone too far this time. Interfering with the mail is a federal offense.”

“Only if you actually open the mail. I researched it.” Clove smiles all proud of herself.

“Which is not the point. You can’t mess with people’s mail. There’s important stuff in there.” Such as foreclosure notices no one should know about.

Shit. Miller knows. He opened the letter. Now I understand why he brought his mom over to help with the class idea and made this big order for the brewery. He wasn’t being friendly or helping out a neighbor. He feels sorry for me.

“Out!” I herd them toward the door.

“We’re trying to help,” Cayenne claims.

“Interfere is the word you’re searching for,” I mumble, but I don’t have time to argue with them. There’s someone else I need to argue with more.

I slap the ‘Be right back’ sign on the door and stomp to the brewery next door. It’s early and they aren’t open yet but the door’s unlocked and I march straight inside.

“Miller!” I yell.

Elder rushes into the room.

“Where’s Miller?”

“I don’t know but this is obviously going to be good. Can you keep a lid on your argument until I can round up the rest of my brothers?”

My hands fist at my side. “Are you out of your ever-loving mind?”

“What’s going on?” Miller asks as he joins us.

Elder rubs his hands together. “Explosion is imminent.”

I grab Miller’s hand and drag him through the restaurant to the back office. I shove him inside and shut the door. Elder immediately knocks.

“Go away.”

“But this is my office. Miller’s office is next door.”

I open the door and he immediately steps forward. I block his entry. “I don’t care.”

“But,” he pouts.

“Leave,” Miller orders him.

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