Bad Boys Do by Victoria Dahl Page A

too busy to say anything at all.
     
     
    H E’D LEFT HER WITH A KISS . One damn kiss and nothing more. But even that made him smile. He’d never tell Olivia this in a million years, but dating her definitely felt more…grown-up than he was used to. Less like a hookup and more like time with an interesting woman. Not that he wouldn’t hook the hell out of her given the opportunity. That one kiss had left him hard as a rock. Granted, it had been a long, deep, wet kiss.
    “Hell, yeah,” he murmured as he pulled into the brewery parking lot. He walked around the whole building before going in, to be sure all the doors and windows were secure and the sidewalks were clean, but when he walked through the front door, he was still lost in thoughts of Olivia.
    “Where the hell have you been?” his brother, Eric, asked before Jamie’s foot was even across the threshold.
    All the pleasant warmth suffusing Jamie’s muscles snapped to ice. “I told you I’d be in later on Thursdays from now on.”
    “You said you’d be in at four. It’s almost 4:30.”
    Jamie felt his blood swell. Heat rose to his skin. He wanted to snap back. He wanted to yell that he’d put in sixty-two hours last week and he’d fucking come in thirty minutes late if he felt like it. There wasn’t even one customer in the front room, for God’s sake.
    But he couldn’t say that, because the last thing he wanted was for Eric to start asking questions about where Jamie had been, or why he’d suddenly decided to take Tuesdays off instead of Mondays, or why he needed to come in late on Thursdays. So Jamie used all his strength to hold those words in and simply muttered, “Sorry.”
    Eric looked surprised. Maybe he’d been angling for a fight. But he gave in gracefully and said, “All right. Sorry I snapped at you.”
    Was it really that easy? They fought like cats and dogs most of the time, which was why Jamie was keeping his ideas secret until he had them fully fleshed out. If he didn’t have everything in perfect order, Eric would shoot the plan down before the first words left Jamie’s mouth. In fact, he’d already shot this particular plan down once, but Jamie wasn’t giving up.
    “Anything going on today?” he asked Eric.
    “Wallace finally got in that Mexican chocolate he was waiting for. He’s going to try another round of the spicy chocolate stout.”
    “Great.”
    “He wants to call it Devil’s Cock.”
    Jamie’s eyebrows flew up. “Devil’s Cock?”
    “Yeah. With a rooster on the label.”
    “And what did you say to that?”
    Eric smirked. “I told him I’d think about it. After that Santa Fe show, I decided we could dare a bit more edginess. There’s not a lot of subtlety out there right now.”
    “Well, consider me surprised. I think it could be a fantastic label. Maybe you could have it mocked up before you decide.”
    “Huh. That’s actually a good idea. Maybe I will.”
    Jamie ground his teeth at the shock in Eric’s voice.
    “And the new menus are in.” Eric handed him a pristine laminated copy of the midsummer bar menu.
    “Wow, this is a nice layout.”
    “The new marketing company,” Eric said. “I guess it’s working out.”
    “Where’s Tessa?” Jamie asked. His sister was a much more relaxed presence and Jamie would rather get his daily update from her, but she was off today, it seemed. That explained Eric’s mood. Tessa simultaneously calmed her brothers down and cheered them up.
    “So.” Jamie checked the time. “Are you clocking out soon?”
    Apparently, he was less than subtle. Eric actually threw back his head and laughed. “I’ll leave you alone. Chester prepped the bar. It’s all ready for you. Knock yourself out.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Oh, and Tessa said something about a special.”
    Jamie groaned as Eric brushed past him. “Wait, what kind of special?”
    His brother’s laughter was the only answer. It faded as he walked into the back and the doors swung closed behind