Enemies on Tap (Sweet Salvation Brewery 1)

Chapter Nine

Riled up in more ways than one, Miranda stomped down the brewery’s hallway, wanting nothing more than to get lost in a pile of work so she could forget about Logan and the itch he’d caused that still needed to be scratched. But when she swung the door open to her small office, she found her sister sitting behind the desk, clacking away at her keyboard.

“You look like you’ve been up to no good.” Natalie pushed her glasses up the bridge of her pert nose. “Do tell.”

Miranda flopped down into the guest chair. “You don’t want to know.”

Her sister leaned forward. “Don’t make me call Olivia. You’ll know she’ll have the truth pulled out of you in about three seconds flat.”

“Logan Martin.” Specifically his lips and hands and fingers and six-pack abs so beautiful they deserved their own billboard.

“Oh shit.” A divot of worry carved itself into her sister’s forehead. “Did you kill him?”

“Worse. I kissed him.” And she wanted to do it again. God, what was wrong with her?

Natalie gasped, and her cheeks turned pinker than her pastel cardigan. “Did you have sex with him?”

Miranda squirmed in her seat. “Almost.” What she wouldn’t give to have finished what they’d started. At least then she would have the orgasm afterglow to go with the mental palm to her head for messing around with he-who-should-not-be-touched.

“Where?”

Now it was Miranda’s turn to blush. “In the bank vault.”

Natalie’s eyes rounded, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, she picked up the phone, fast-dialed a number, and then clicked on speaker phone.

The other person on the line picked up and said, “Olivia Sweet, Hargrove Public Relations.”

Natalie crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair. “You will not believe what your sister just did.”

“What’s wrong with your voice? Am I on speaker? You know I hate being on speakerphone.”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “It’s necessary, Miranda’s right here.”

“Hey Manda, what did you do? Try to make Nattie wear a jewel tone?”

“No, she became…intimate with Logan Martin.” Natalie paused and raised her palm to her throat, covering her pearl necklace. “In the Martin Bank and Trust bank vault.”

“Go get you some, you kinky girl. Does he still have a great ass? My God, his body was lickity-lick good.”

Truth be told, his ass was even better now than when he was a high school quarterback. Damn, she’d gone to games just to admire the way his football pants had molded to his butt. “I did not have sex with him.”

“Too bad, that boy is fine.”

“Olivia, you’re not helping.” Natalie let out an exasperated huff. “Don’t you remember what happened the last time she was with him?”

“Loosen up and live a little. Logan’s hot. Anyway, high school was eons ago.”

Embarrassment ate its way through Miranda’s belly. This conversation was not what she needed right now. “Again, I didn’t sleep with him, and I’m not planning to ever get close enough to talk to him again.”

“Smart move.” Natalie nodded her head emphatically.

Olivia snorted. “Chicken shit move.”

“Please, can we please talk about something else? Like the brewery we own that’s falling apart around us.”

“Sean is rebuilding the loading dock.” Natalie smoothed her already tightly clipped-back hair. “I tried to get him to walk me through the brewery process, but I couldn’t get more than three words out of him.”

“Don’t take it personally, he’s just the quiet type,” said Miranda.