Page 97 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

“Good. I’m glad. I have to admit, I was starting to get really, really worried that you weren’t going to come up with a name and we’d have to push back the whole thing.”

That makes two of us…

I scoff. “I told you I’d come through.”

“I know. And Willa said to trust your method, but…” She raises her hands in surrender. “I have to ask. Blue Jeans in Low Beams? What on earth?”

I smirk, not bothering to hide it. I have no plan to answer her, but I also don’t plan to hide that there is a method to this madness.

The door bursts open, stealing both my and Bronwyn’s attention. We turn, the light once again making it tough to tell who’s coming in, but I know that voice anywhere as soon as she shouts my name.

“Milo!”

I’m instantly hard all over again, lust flooding through me like a gun went off at the horse track. My heart gets in on the action, pounding against my chest as Brenna runs toward us, her beautiful breasts bouncing up and down. How I’m managing to hold it all together right now is seriously a miracle.

Skittering to a stop, she throws her arms around me and squeals. I return her embrace, the excitement contagious, even if I’m not entirely sure why we’re so over the moon. All I know is that if she’s this happy, then I am too. Because it must be good.

“Oh my God, you’re never going to believe the day I’ve had!”

She pulls back but doesn’t let go, her smile so big it might rival Texas. Her eyes are sparkling, and she’s trying to catch her breath, making me want to kiss it out of her even more.

“That good?” I ask.

“Better than good.” She pauses, then turns, startling as she notices Bronwyn. “Oh, hi, Bronwyn. I’m sorry; am I interrupting?”

Pulling away, she unlatches her arms from around my neck, cool air wafting around us. I miss her already, and there’s only six inches between us. I have to fight to keep my disappointment from showing, forcing a smile to my face.

“I was just dropping off the label mockup,” Bronwyn offers, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. I can see it registering on her face, her gaze darting between us.

“Really? Can I see it?” Brenna asks, her excitement still palpable.

“Of course.”

I take her hand, pulling her closer and placing a gentle kiss to her temple as I hand her the folder with the artwork. I hear her gasp, but I don’t look at her, my attention on Bronwyn as she eases toward the exit.

“Blue Jeans in Low Beams,” she mutters, nodding. “I get it.”

“Yeah?”

“I now find tractors sexy, so…yeah…”

She gives me a wink and turns to go. I silently laugh, understanding what she means. Funny what love does to you.

“Milo, this is amazing!” Brenna exclaims, spinning back around, holding up the mockup.

“I know. There are a couple of little things I’ll have them update, but for the most part, that’s the label. I’ll get Bronwyn the changes this afternoon, and she’ll work on getting them into production so we can get it all going and be ready for Rhythm and Brews.”

“That’s so exciting! You must be so relieved that you finally figured out the name. I know that was weighing on you.”

“It was. I am. But, enough about beer. I’m not the one who all but busted down the door because of the day they had. So, spill.”

Brenna lights up again. No, lights up isn’t right. She nearly combusts.

“Oh my God. So…”

Hands flailing wide, she launches into her story about Doc Galindo crashing her goodbye breakfast with Mell at Dolly’s and the bomb he dropped. I won’t lie—I don’t follow all of the details and the rabbit holes she goes down about vaccines and insurance companies and the qualifications and paperwork and what is actually required, but she seems confident that she knows it all. And I trust that she does. I also don’t follow any of what she’s saying about the Medication Therapy thing, but again, her excitement is really all I need to know.

At least until she gets to the part about taking over Hickory Hills Drugs.