Page 83 of Legacy

The fire that had killed Bodhi’s family had nearly taken out half the mountain. It had been the final fire that Felicity’s dad had been captain for, and I knew the man still blamed himself. Just like Thatcher did. He’d been right on the front lines, pulling Bodhi out of the flames, but not able to do anything else.

“It’s been an odd two weeks. But it wasn’t necessarily all about hiding you. So I don’t know what to call you. Okay? I’m not with anyone else.”

“Neither am I. Callum, I let you come inside me. There’s no one else.”

“Damn straight.”

I reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two beers. She frowned.

“What are those? Those are your testing bottles.”

I smiled softly and handed one to her. “It’s our unique batch for the season. Tell me what you think.”

“Is this a red ale?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah. Your favorite, right?”

“You remembered.” She started to smile. “Did you make this for me?”

I shrugged. “Just take a drink, Felicity.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and I nearly cursed. Well, this was going decently. Or not.

She took a sip, her eyes wide. “This is your best to date.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“What are you going to call it? And no, I’m not just saying that.”

“I was going to call it just Spring Ale. But I don’t know. Maybe Little Flower?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t do that. And not just because it would just tell the entire world that we’re both ridiculous. But it makes the beer sound floral.”

“See? I’m having trouble. Maybe just Ashford Red Ale. Go plain.”

“We’ll think of a good name.”

“We?”

“This is my beer, after all.” She took another sip and groaned. “So good.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Do you make beers for everybody?”

The worry in her tone made me frown. “My family. Friends. Usually, it’s just what I’m in the mood for or what I can figure out a recipe for. You weren’t digging my IPAs, and I know you like red ales. Something we don’t always have. So I figured I’d try it.”

“Thank you. That means a lot.” She went to her tiptoes, pressed her hand to my chest, and kissed me softly.

“Should I be nosy and ask if I’m the first girl you’ve ever made a beer for, other than your sisters, of course?”

“Actually, the first beer I ever made was for my wife.”

Felicity nearly dropped the bottle and stared at me. “You were married?” she blurted out, taking a step back. “How the hell did I not know you were married?”

I frowned and shook my head. “Seriously, how did you not know? It was never a secret.”

“I don’t know what to think about that. I mean, I know you’re a little older than me.”