All-American Cowboy by Dylann Crush

Author:Dylann Crush
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Published: 2018-06-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Charlie studied the foamy brew in the mason jar mug in front of her. “And it was like this when you got here this morning?”

Shep nodded. “Yep. Dwight was the first to notice. Said his Lone Star was skunked or something. Look at the head on that pour. And it looks more like an unfiltered wheat.”

She held the mug to her nose and inhaled. Definitely not Lone Star. Either they’d got a bad keg, or someone was playing a joke on them. As she considered which was the more likely option, Beck strolled in.

“Hey, you like the new brew?” He nodded toward the mug in her hand.

She set it on the bar, not hard enough to break but hard enough to splash some up and over the edge of the mug.

His lips corkscrewed into a frown. “Not a fan, huh?”

“What did you do?” She rounded the bar, hands on her hips.

“I heard you say something a while back about trying a new seasonal brew, so I talked to the rep and asked for some recommendations. This one’s an unfiltered wheat with a hint of lemon. Perfect for an afternoon out at the lake or a picnic at the park. Crisp and refreshing on a hot summer day. And we’ve got plenty of those around here.” He nodded, smug, satisfied, and oh so proud of himself.

“And where’s your seasonal beer made? Austin? Waco? Amarillo?”

“Brooklyn. I thought I’d bring a little bit of New York to Texas.”

“Brooklyn?”

“Just try it.”

“Fine.” She nodded toward Shep, who filled a clean mug with a couple of inches of foamy brew and set it in front of her. Taking a sip, she let the liquid roll over her tongue before she forced it down.

“Well?” Beck asked.

“It’s awful. Shep, can I get a water? Quick?” She guzzled half the glass of water he filled. “You try it.”

Beck sniffed the beer left in her mug, then downed a mouthful. “No, this isn’t what it’s supposed to taste like. They sent me the wrong stuff.” He reached for her water.

She pressed a palm against the front of his tacky button-down. He’d gone all in with embracing the local culture, and today’s shirt practically blinded her with the mishmash of pink, purple, lime green, and yellow paisley. Looked like a unicorn had pooped a rainbow all over his shirt and then danced in it. “You replaced our Lone Star—the official unofficial beer of Texas—with some skunked beer someone thought up in Brooklyn?”

“Hey, it came highly recommended. Besides, alcohol content is thirty-percent higher. Customers ought to be happy about that.”

She let go of his shirt and shook her head. “That might pacify them a bit if it were drinkable. Shep, get the rep on the phone. He’s got to come fix this.”

“Sure thing, Charlie.”

She leaned toward Beck. “Can I talk to you in private?” She didn’t want to hash things out with an audience. It was bad enough people had been whispering about them behind their backs. Dixie even mentioned she’d heard someone taking bets on whether they’d “sealed the deal” already.

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