Fix (Brewed Book 1) by Molly McAdams

Author:Molly McAdams [McAdams, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jester Creations, LLC
Published: 2019-11-03T16:00:00+00:00

Hunter paused from climbing out of his truck to watch me pull up the drive, expression as impassive as ever beneath his baseball cap. Once I came to a stop behind him, he lowered himself to the ground, only to reach back into the truck.

Never nodding. Never saying anything. Never acknowledging I was there other than when he’d watched me.

“Hunt,” I called out as I shut my door and started toward him.

He turned and chucked something at me, and I easily caught the fast-sailing object. “Good to know you can still catch.”

“You doubted that?” I asked, my tone only holding a hint of offense as I bit into the peach he’d thrown at me. I nodded as I chewed. “Almost there. It’s hot this week, they’ll be ready in a few days.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.” He shut the door and started toward the house without bothering to see if I would follow. “Guess I’ll announce we’re opening up picking this weekend.”

Peach picking.

It was something the town looked forward to every year—a summer kick-off of sorts—and something people even drove an hour or more to get to our orchard for.

Our dad had been in the business of selling to grocers long ago, but when sales had gotten too cutthroat, he and Mom had made the decision to go a different route. The first year they planned to let people pay to come pick their own peaches was the year Dad died. He’d never gotten to see what came of it.

He hadn’t watched the ranch take a major hit only to boom in the years following.

He hadn’t watched Hunter shut himself in and hold the fate of this land and our parents’ dream in his hands year after year.

He hadn’t watched all of us break apart because of it . . .

And thank God for that.

“About that,” I began as I climbed the steps up the porch. “We have a visitor in town.”

Hunter paused at the door, hand on the handle, and looked at me curiously. “You already told me about her.”

“Not Rae. The developer’s here—new guy, not the one who usually comes.” And depending on Hunter’s decision with him, peach picking may or may not happen. This ranch may or may not be standing in a few months.

Nothing about his expression gave any indication of what he thought about the developer coming into town, and it wore on my already fraying nerves. After a moment, he huffed and opened the door. “He’s early this year.”

“And?”

“And what?” he asked after we were already in the kitchen, tossing his hat and keys on one of the counters as he headed toward the fridge.

He pulled out a couple bottles of water and threw one to me, giving me a look like he had no idea why I would be here or care about the developer.

“I need to know what you’re gonna do.”

“Need?” he asked with a sneer. “You don’t need to know shit.”

My grip on the bottle tightened and I ground my jaw until I was sure I wouldn’t lash back at him.

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