Clay shoved his brother, and the two of them ended up in the wall.
“Cut it out,” Brooke said. “Do you two ever quit?”
Brooke was grinning, but Meredith had all she could do not to drool.
Oh my. Clay’s arms.
Huge!
Why hadn’t she’d noticed that before?
When he flexed, his skin was taut and stretched to its limit over large biceps.
His forearms even had a muscle riding on the top. Did she know that was even possible?
“You’re staring,” Reenie whispered when she leaned closer. “But I get it. I do too when the two of them are like this.”
Meredith shook her head, embarrassed to have been caught.
“It’s hard not to. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Reenie said.
“I need everyone’s opinion,” Clay said, taking another drink. He held her stare. “Probably yours more, but I want to know the thoughts.”
She sat up straighter and refused to be put off by his failure to address her by name. Didn’t even say hi.
“What’s going on?” Brooke asked.
“I’m using the apples on the farm for a limited edition cider. Two fall flavors to release mid to late October. Another for closer to Thanksgiving into the holidays. Cinnamon and ginger.”
“Ohhhh, I love both those combinations and can’t wait. They’ve got my vote,” she said.
“I’m not voting on that,” he said. “It’s decided.”
Brooke frowned at Clay’s tone. Meredith was already getting used to his grouchiness and wouldn’t take offense at it.
He was her boss, she thought. Who knew at this point, but she’d find out.
“Go on,” Brooke said.
“The third flavor is cranberry. My thought was to put it in wine bottles so that it’s more of a holiday treat. Or edition that way.”
“I came up with special edition bottles for weddings,” Callum said, coming into the living room. His hair was combed and wet and she was assuming he’d been in the house and cleaning up too. “Surprised Clay that I could think of such a thing.”
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Meredith said, then slapped her hand in front of her mouth. “Sorry. Is that what you’re asking?”
“Yes,” Clay said. “Do you think it’s something to appeal to couples?”
“Absolutely,” she said. “I know you’ve got a few package plans, but I was thinking we should change them and give them fancy titles. More like wedding themed titles. Rustic, vintage, country, garden, bohemian. Things like that. Then each one can have tiers that could include special bottles. Maybe even favors. You know, small bottles with labels on them. The bride and groom’s names and dates.”
“I love that idea,” Brooke said. “Is that something you can just have ready in clear glass bottles and then print labels to put on? Reenie, you do that, right?”
“I can,” Reenie said. “If that is what Clay wants.”
Meredith looked at Clay who was frowning. Maybe she overstepped.
He waved his hand. “Whatever you two work out. I’m not really into that stuff.”
