There’s nothing I can do about it. No use dwelling over what my older siblings call me. There’s work to do and I need to get these orders over to Pierce if I want them to go out today.
He’s doing inventory wine when I walk into the temperature-controlled warehouse. Every time I come in here, he’s counting bottles. Does he think they are going missing?
After a quick glance, I notice the bottles that were there a week ago are dwindling. Looks like all my efforts are paying off.
“We have more orders,” I announce cheerfully.
He jumps and bumps his head on the shelf above him. I do everything in my power not to giggle. Catching the big brother unaware is a hard feat and yet, I’ve managed it.
“Do I have a bump?” He leans his head toward me, rubbing the spot he hit.
I set the papers on the shelf and lean over him. “You know, I’d be able to see better if you moved your hand.”
“Sorry.” It’s a soft mumble as I push his hair aside and feel around the area his hand vacated seconds ago.
“I don’t feel anything.” Grabbing the papers, I hold them out to him. “Now, if you’re done being a baby, here are the new orders that came in.”
“Did you get those other reports to Peter?”
“Yep. What does he need them for anyway?”
“He’s seeing which wines are selling the most so we know what we need to keep on hand. The sales have been blowing up after the past couple of days. We’ve even had more people walk in according to Parker.”
The urge to tell him it’s because of me floods through every vein in my body. I can’t though. He’s not supposed to know I’m doing the exact opposite of what he said.
“That’s good.” I glance toward the shipping area. We have to be careful with online orders because there are only certain places we can even ship to. “Are those all the boxes we have left?”
“Yeah, I need to order some more.”
“Can we please update the design? Those look so outdated.” They haven’t been changed since my grandpa was running the winery, and you can tell.
He studies them for a moment, and glances at the wine. “Do you have something in mind?”
Not really, but I will if he gives me the okay. “I can come up with something.”
Another few moments pass. He’s going to tell me no, I just know it. “Fine, you can do the design for the boxes. But before you send them to Peter to order, I want to make sure it aligns with the brand.”
As if I’d ever do anything to muck up our winery brand. “Sure thing. What’s Philip up to? I haven’t seen him around.”
“He’s bottling more wine. We’re selling the sangria almost as fast as he gets the bottles done.”
My smirk is small, barely noticeable. At least, I hope. Those sales are one hundred percent because of me. I’m considering that a win. We haven’t even put out all the content Beau has planned with me. It’s good to know the videos we have done are working.
“Do you need help getting the orders out?” The list is kind of long, but with both of us we can get it knocked out pretty quickly. “I can help you for a bit before I have to meet Paula for lunch.”
“Why do you have to?” He tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy.
“Because she ordered me to. You know I can’t say no to the big sister.”
“But you say no to me all the time. How is that fair?”
“She’s nicer.” I can say it with a straight face because it’s the truth. She actually listens to me…unlike some people.
His only response is a grunt as he moves toward the shipping table. “I think I’ve got it. You can head out early if everything else is cleared up. You don’t want to keep Paula waiting.”
Shock. That’s all I feel right now. He never lets me leave early. I mean, I do it anyway. What’s the perk of being one of the future owners if I can’t head out sometimes.
“Thanks.” My feet are quick as I run up and hug him. His body is rigid. No doubt he’s surprised. I rarely show this level of excitement towards him.
