Gus took his time peeling the backing off the label. “Would ye be referrin’ to the aptly named Dick Campbell?”
“He prefers Richard.”
“I’ll bet he does.”
“Campbell is a common last name.”
“Common, yes.”
“Gus! Don’t go there. Clan rivalries are fun at the Highland Games, but nobody takes it seriously.”
“I take it seriously.” He did.
“Then be serious in Scotland.” Cam held his gaze. “This is Texas. The brewery’s at stake. Are you really going to fight me on this because of some quarrel our ancestors had with the Campbells hundreds of years ago?”
“If I don’t fight with you now, you’ll be fighting with him later.” Gus slapped the label on the box. “No Campbell is going to write you a check and just stand back and let you do whatever you want with his money.”
“Richard has his own business to run, and he’s in Seattle. He’s not going to bother us.” As Cam added samples of yeast and hops to the shipping container, he was aware of Gus’s stare. “Look.” He turned to his cousin. “We’ll invite him down and let him help us brew a batch of beer. Then we’ll send him a few cases and he can give it to all of his friends. Trust me—this is only about Richard wanting to be cool.”
“Trust me,” Gus warned. “It’s about a hell of a lot more than wanting to be cool.”
Cam finished taping up the shipping box and Gus reached around him to flip off the light. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Going home. Aren’t you?”
“I wish.” Cam had another few hours of work ahead of him. “I’ve still got to check in with the volunteers for tomorrow’s tour and start setting up.”
“No, you don’t.” Gus flipped off the rest of the lights. “You’re just making extra work for yourself. They know they’re supposed to be here to set up.”
Cam turned the lights back on. “Some forget.”
Gus waved away his words. “So what if they do? Plenty of people will be around to pitch in if you need extra help. Relaaax, laddie boy. It’ll all work out.”
Relax. It’ll all work out was Gus’s standard response to Cam’s concerns about the brewery. “I’ll relax next week when you’re the one making it all work out.”
“You do that,” Gus said. “And find a woman while you’re at it.”