Ignited by Ian O. Lewis

Author:Ian O. Lewis [Lewis, Ian O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cruz Publishing

Chapter 14

Finn

The rolling hills stretched out before us, each turn on the road revealing another breathtaking view of Virginia’s countryside. The sun cast a golden hue over the fields, the occasional farmhouse breaking the green expanse. I couldn’t help but steal glances at Alex, his profile strong and serene as he navigated the winding roads.

“This is one of my favorite parts of Virginia,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Living in the country, surrounded by all this... it just feels right. It’s peaceful.”

I nodded, the sound of his baritone almost hypnotic. The calm in his voice matched the tranquility of the landscape. Without thinking, I reached over and took his hand. His eyes flicked toward me, a small smile playing on his lips as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down my spine.

“I can see why you love it out here,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful. And your home... it feels like a sanctuary.”

“That’s because it is,” Alex replied, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “It’s where I feel most myself. It was originally my grandfather’s house, and he left it to me and my sister when he passed.”

I watched the scenery go by, the rhythmic hum of the car and the steady beat of my heart blending into a soothing symphony. The connection between us felt deeper now, more tangible. It wasn’t just the physical attraction; it was something more profound, something that made me want to be a part of his world.

“What about you?” Alex asked, his voice breaking through my thoughts. “Do you see yourself ever living in a place like this?”

I chuckled, glancing at him. “Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it until now. But I’m a country boy at heart. My father used to take me fishing on the Willamette River back in Oregon, and those were some of the happiest days of my life.”

Alex’s smile widened, his blue eyes sparkling. “Fishing, huh? It’s one of my favorite pastimes. Maybe one day soon, when we’re both not busy, we can spend the day catching bass and bluegill on the pier in my backyard.”

“I’d like that,” I said, squeezing his hand gently. “I’d like to learn everything about this place. And about you.”

We fell into a comfortable silence again, the connection between us growing stronger with each mile. I’d come along for two reasons. First, I wanted to spend more time with Alex. There was something magical happening between us, and I wanted to explore the possibilities. The other reason for coming along was I wanted to see how he conducted his business. I was certain I’d never sell Fireside Forge Brewery to him, but it couldn’t hurt to learn more about the way he ran his company.

Finally, the sign for Blue Ridge Brewery came into view, and Alex slowed the car, turning onto the gravel driveway. The building was charming, with rustic wood and large windows.

“I bought this brewery nine months ago,” Alex said, switching off the engine. “An excellent investment.

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