“You talk about me not locking my door. I literally just walked right in, and I was prepared.” She jangles her keys in her hand. Both of us have a key to each other’s house. It makes it easier for both of us. Not that she ever locks her damn door.
“To be fair, I just got home.”
“Oh.” She sets her keys on the counter and walks into the kitchen. “Did I interrupt whatever plans you had?”
“Nope.” I shake my head and lift the items I bought moments ago. “I was getting things we needed.”
She leans over and kisses me on the cheek. They grow warm and I hope like hell she can’t see me blushing. That is exactly what I don’t need to happen.
“You are the best because we’re going to need it.”
“That bad, huh?”
She grabs the bottle of wine and digs around in the drawer for the corkscrew. “Bad doesn’t even begin to describe the shit show that took place.”
Since she’s taking care of the wine. I grab a couple of glasses and the cupcakes, following her into the living room. “Well, you can rant to me about it.”
“If only it was just the date.”
“What do you mean?”
“Pierce threw some passive aggressive comments toward me at work. Basically, do what I’m told and nothing more.”
“That’s fucked up. Didn’t he say his piece in the meeting?”
“I thought so.” She sighs and pours the wine into our glasses. “Apparently, he needed to take one more jab to drive the point home.”
“I’m sorry, Piper. That really sucks.” I take a drink from my glass. “Is there anything I can do to help? I mean, changing their minds will be difficult, but it’s worth a shot.”
“Actually…I have an idea.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and opens one of her social media pages. “What if I go live right now? It’s not like they’d even know since most of them rarely get on socials.”
“How are you going to do that without any product to showcase? Besides, aren’t there rules about showing off booze?”
“We have a bottle right here.” She lifts the wine bottle off the table. “It can be like a Q&A type of thing.”
“And what happens when Pierce finds out? Asheville is a small town. Word will get back to him sooner than later.”
I hate being the one to bring her back down to reality. We’ve spent so much time dreaming up big things for Starlit Fields. But I don’t want her to get any more backlash from her big brother than she’s already received.
“It’ll be too late.” She shrugs, but she doesn’t immediately hit the button that will take her live. “Actually, this is something we should ease into. Scoot closer to me.”
She knows I’ll always do what she says. Does it make me a pushover? Maybe. But she’s my reason for breathing, whether or not she knows it.
“What are we doing?” She implied seconds ago we weren’t going live. It’s not a bad idea, but I don’t need her brother busting down my door for letting her do it. They know what the inside of my house looks like should someone let him know she’s online. Though, the only person I can see being that in tune with the Starlit Fields social media is Parker. I doubt he’d tell on her. At least, not intentionally.
“Say cheese.” A snap fills the quiet in the room before I have a chance to do anything. She glances at her phone and frowns. “That’s horrible. Let’s take another one.”
“It wouldn’t have been if you’d given me more than two seconds notice.” I laugh and lean in. She snaps another picture. “You realize you’re supposed to countdown, right?”
“Where’s the fun in that? People love candid moments.”
She’s not wrong. We’ve gotten so much data from social media users saying they want slice of life types of posts. Now, it’s time to see what she’s going to do with it.
“That’s kind of impossible when you tell me you’re taking a picture.”
She taps at the keyboard on her phone and grins as she sets it down on the table. “There.”
“What did you do?”
