Page 50 of Trusting the Fall
LEX: Dylan got a backer for the distillery. We sign contracts in two weeks <3
Holy shit! They got an investor for Legacy Malt. My heart slows and allows the heat to temper as elation takes over. Seeing this dream through is so important to Lex. And Dylan. Legacy Malt is for their dad. To carry on his memory. It’s what she’s spent the last five years working her arse off for, learning everything she could about the industry and business so they can feel like their lives are still shared with their dad. So he’ll never be forgotten.
ME: WHAT!!! OMG!!! Tequila tonight! We both need it!
LEX: Love you
ME: Love you, boo *kiss emoji*
This is just the kind of distraction I need right now. Not a contractor who wants to fix things. A man who wants to show up. And definitely not a lover boy who makes me question everything.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Project Update
Good morning Bombshell,
The floorboards have been pulled and floor prepped for the new tiles which will be installed tomorrow. You should be able to inspect them Friday afternoon.
L
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ThestrainofWestbeing away and my piling admin duties was already getting to me. I can’t really afford to be out of the office, but for two days, I’ve been pulling boards at Claire’s salon.
I could have let the normal crew stationed at the salon do this, but I wanted to be here. Needed to. It has absolutely nothing to do with hoping Claire stops by. She hasn’t. Not that I’ve really noticed.
Okay fine, I fucking noticed. Who wouldn’t notice when the woman you’re unwilling to admit you’re possibly obsessed with hasn’t been showing up exactly where you were hoping to bump into her?
“Hey, Lee?”
I pause my sweeping as Jeremy enters the main room. I’m still a little salty at how close he was with Claire the other day. Not that she’s mine.
Nah, fuck that shit. Sheismine. She just won’t admit it to herself yet.
“Delivery driver is here with the tiles. You want to check them?” he asks.
“Yeah, thanks.” I prop the broom against the wall as I walk out, brushing my dusty hands against my cargo shorts.
The sun’s glare is overwhelming once I step outside, so I flip my baseball cap around the right way before greeting the driver.
“Hey, man. You got a delivery for me?”
“Six pallets for Connors Construction?”
“That’s us.” I nod. “Can I get them in the first room inside the door?”
“You got it,” he says as he hands me his clipboard to sign.
I scrawl my name across the bottom and make my way back into the salon when my phone rings. I smile when I pull it out of my pocket and see it’s my dad.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hi, sonny. This is a good time?”
“Jem.” I quickly wave at Jeremy and point to the room so he can watch the tiles coming in. “Sure. What’s up?” I ask, returning my attention to Dad.
