Tyre gives her a chin lift. “Hi.”
Wyatt’s expression is mischievous. “So, are you giving that pain in the ass a chance? Because watching him mope around and chop wood for the next hundred winters is getting old.”
I’m going to kick his ass later for telling Cami.
All my brothers laugh at Wyatt’s comments.
“Yes, I plan to give him a second chance, but if he messes up, I’m going to need all of your help to make him suffer for it.”
“I’m in,” Alder laughs.
“Same.”
“Me too.”
“Yep.”
Braden is the only one left to answer. He shrugs. “Sorry, Rex. She’s a hell of a lot prettier than you.”
I can’t be mad. He’s right.
Laughter accompanies dinner as Cami sits beside me. Each of my brothers tells stories as we eat lasagna, breadsticks, and salad. Alder hates to cook, but Wyatt loves it. I can tell they all pitched in to set the table and make things perfect for Cami’s visit.
Tyre holds a shot of whisky as he sits back in his chair. “So, why are we here, Rex?”
“I want to bid on the rebuild project for the Butter Bliss.”
“Hell yeah.” Wyatt doesn’t hesitate.
“We’ve got the best crews and quality wood. It needs to be us,” Alder adds.
Braden nods. “I want to see it rebuilt right.”
Tyre tosses back the shot of whisky. “You want to undercut. Don’t you?”
“It’s the right thing to do. We can absorb the difference. Our financials are in a good place right now.”
Tyre nods. “Yeah, I agree. Let’s do it.”
Cami stares at all of us. “Thank you. You’re all so kind. Granny Jo will be touched.”
“There’s one more thing. I want to clear out the bakery this week. Demolition, framing, and drywall within a week.”
None of the Coleman brothers ever backed down from hard work. They all agree.
“Thanks.” I reach for Cami’s hand and hold it. “The Butter Bliss is a pillar in our community. It deserves the best.”
“I agree.” Cami holds up her glass of wine. “To friendship, hard work, and family. I won’t forget this.”
After the toast, Cami turns my way, finally noticing the new logo sticker I had made for us to give away to customers. “What is that?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I tease her.
“That image on her shirt.” She leans closer like she’s inspecting it. “Oh, wow, Rex. You’re unbelievable.”
“What?” I laugh. Her expression is priceless.
I know what it says. I designed it.I’m good with morning woodis on the artwork that’s a lumberjack. I had these custom-made.
