Lisa, blonde, petite, freckled and perky, tracked Abigails progress from her office chair.
She waited until Abigail sat down and spun the chair, then she wheeled herself to face her. So, what happened? she demanded in a conspiratorial undertone.
What are you talking about?
Its blatantly obvious you got laid last night.
What? Abigail blurted, glancing swiftly around, making sure nobody could overhear them.
Dont play dumb with me. Lisa smacked her palm down on the padded arm of Abigails chair.
I did not-
And dont you dare lie to me either. Lisa rocked back and crossed her arms over her gray Colorado Lions T-shirt, green eyes narrowing. Her voice stayed low. Your cheeks are flushed. Your eyes are glowing gold. And theres a spring in your step that wasnt there at the party. Plus, you disappeared before ten last night, and I never saw you again. Neither did anyone else. Now, give.
Abigail hesitated. She wanted to lie, but she knew she was trapped. Lisa had her dead to rights.
Obviously taking Abigails silence as an admission, Lisa grinned and leaned closer still. Details, please.
Abigail sent a worried glance toward Seth. Dont you dare tell-
Im not going to tell anybody. Im not a gossip.
Abigail knew it was true. Lisa would be Seths executive assistant in the mayors office, in part because of her brilliance and hard work, but also because theyd learned she was the soul of discretion. She and Abigail had become quite close over the course of the campaign.
So, what happened? Lisa hissed. Who was he?
Nobody you know.
How can you say that? I know lots of people. Ive met half the town in the last three months.
Hes not from here.
Ooh. Lisas eyes sparkled. Wheres he from? Whats he do? Whats his name? Is he hot?
I dont know.
Lisa drew back. You dont know if hes hot?
I dont know his name, Abigail admitted sheepishly. I dont know what he does. And I dont know where hes from.
Lisas mouth opened, then her expression turned positively gleeful. You had a one-night stand with a stranger?
Abigail lowered her own voice even further. Yes.
Lisas hand tightened on Abigails arm, as if to hold her in place. Was he hot?
Yes. Hot didnt begin to describe Lucky. In fact, even now, Abigails body responded with an embarrassing level of arousal at the mere memory of Lucky naked, laconic, gazing at her with that lazy half smile.
You go, Abby!
Shh.
Yes. Of course. Wow. No wonder you dont want to tell Seth.
I dont want to tell anyone.
Lisa gave a series of rapid nods. Got it. But if you dont know his name, how are you going to see him again?
Im not. Abigail wouldnt. She couldnt. No matter how much she wished she could.
But if hes hot and, well, if the look in your eyes is anything to go by, maybe you want to-
Lisa, look up the definition of one-night stand.
One-night stands can turn into something else, you know.
Abigail coughed on a laugh, seizing on the chance to turn the tables. Actually, I wouldnt know. Would you?
Lisa wrinkled her nose in the air. No. Not that theres anything wrong in it. Not with the right person. You know, in the right circumstance.
Last night was the right circumstance. Abigail wasnt going to regret last night. She refused to regret last night.
Shed never met a man remotely like Lucky. The memory of his voice made her tingle, and the thought of his kisses brought a flood of desire. Her real world was closing in fast, dragging her back into its clutches, while the exhilarating escape with Lucky secretly pulsed just below her skin. Shed lock it away where no one could see, but where she could pull it out to relive that treasured night over and over again.
Fall was on its way to Lyndon Valley. Work on the ranch would begin in earnest now, starting with the roundup. But when the wind howled down from the Rockies, or when she was bone tired out on the range, shed remember the feel of Luckys strong arms around her, the heat of his body against her, his whispered words, his endearing sense of humor and the way hed made her feel like the only woman in the world.
Three
The Craig Mountain Brewery was tucked in the mountains above the picturesque shores of Lake Patricia, an hour north of Lyndon City. Built of stone and mortar, around 1850, in the style of British castles, Craig Mountain had started life as a manor house for a British lord, a remittance man, a reprobate whose family had paid him handsomely to leave England and never return.
The brewery manager, Lucas Payton, shared the story of Lord Ashton with Zach while the two men made their way along the covered pathway that connected the original castle, which was now mostly offices, to the newer industrial complex housing the warehouse and brewery, with its tanks, filtration systems and bottling line.
They say Ashton bribed a railroad official for information on the planned railway line, Lucas continued, tone animated. Whether the official didnt know the real route, or he simply lied for reasons of his own, nobody ever found out. But he took the money and left the state, while Ashton built his house a hundred miles in the wrong direction.
You a history buff? asked Zach.
Lucas had worked for DFB for three years now. The two men had met on several occasions when Lucas traveled to Houston for company meetings. But theyd always talked shop, and it had always been amongst a larger group of people.
You know how it is, Lucas answered, stuffing his hands into his back pockets. Im an orphan. So Ive adopted somebodys elses ancestors.
Never thought to do that, said Zach. Interesting, though, choosing a family history based on interest and convenience instead of strict genealogy.
Like all DFB employees, Lucas had come through the foster care system. When Zach and Alex founded the company, theyd promised each other it would be for the benefit of orphans like themselves, people who had no families and few chances in life.
You should prowl through the top floors of the castle sometime, said Lucas, pulling open a door to the cinder-block warehouse. Theres some absolutely fascinating stuff up there.
Im not going to have time for that. Zach stepped inside the cool, dim building, and the familiar tang of hops and malt hit his nostrils. Supplies were stacked twenty feet high on steel shelving, on either side of a wide aisle that bisected the big building. A forklift rumbled unseen in the distance, its backup alarm sounding intermittently with the whir of the tires and hydraulics.
Going right back to the big city? asked Lucas. I suppose theres not much to keep you here.
Not much, Zach agreed, even as his mind slipped back to last night and the incredible encounter with Doll-Face.
When he woke up this morning, the sexy and mysterious woman had already slipped out, leaving him there alone. Hed told himself to let it go. She didnt want to know him, and she sure hadnt wanted him to know anything about her.
It was disappointing, and for a few seconds hed been tempted to hang around town looking for her. But orphans learned one lesson very early in life. Anything good could be snatched away in a millisecond. It was probably better that it had happened fast this time. Something told him, given half a chance, he could have fallen dangerously hard for the beautiful, intelligent, engaging woman.
He came back to the present as Lucas started through the center of the warehouse.
Its not the renovation costs thatll get you, said Lucas, turning the conversation back to the reason for Zachs visit. And theres plenty of room to expand out back toward the hillside.
He pressed a red button on the wall, and a big overhead door clattered its way open. He pointed outside to the vast gravel parking lot, past two semitrailer trucks that were positioned for unloading. We can build a new warehouse over there, free up some space for more production. The bottling plant and the brewery will have to stay put, but wed have some options around the coolers and the fermenters.
If its not the renovation costs, what is it thatll get me? asked Zach, used to cutting directly to the chase.
The water, said Lucas.
Something wrong with the water?
Weve maxed out the water license. I asked around after your call on Friday, and its going to be tough, if not impossible, to get permission to increase our usage.
This was very bad news. Zach frowned. Why?
Moratorium on water-use licenses all across the region.
The unique underground springwater of Craig Mountain was a key ingredient in the beer. The springwater was also the cornerstone of the marketing campaign for C Mountain Ale, the most popular brand in DFBs iconic Red, White and Brew six-pack.
Red, White and Brew contained one beer from each of DFBs six breweries, and it was taking their international markets by storm. Production was already on pace for the new orders at the other five breweries in Montana, California, Michigan, South Carolina and Texas, but Craig Mountain had to catch up.
The water-rights battle has been going on for months. Its the ranchers versus everyone else, and the ranchers are a very powerful lobby group.
Were miles and miles from the nearest ranch. Zach gestured through the big doorway. How can our water use possibly impact them?
It doesnt matter, said Lucas, shaking his head. People have grazing rights nearby. Therell be no new water licenses. No variances to existing water licenses. No temporary permits. Nothing until the new regulations are drafted and they go through the state legislature.
Zach swore.
You got that right.
Zach smacked the heel of his hand against the doorjamb. He gritted his teeth. Then he straightened and squared his shoulders. All right. Who do I talk to?
Beats the hell out of me. I do beer, not politics.
Well, who does politics?
You could try a lawyer. Someone local, maybe.
Zach nodded. He supposed that was a logical place to start. Who do you use locally?
Lucas gave a shrug. Weve never had any legal problems.
Are there law firms in Lyndon?
Or maybe he should fly back to Denver. If this moratorium thing was broader than the immediate Lyndon area, he might as well go to a big firm with plenty of capacity.
And his clock was ticking. If the Craig Mountain Brewery construction didnt get started in the next couple of weeks, theyd end up with a shortage of C Mountain Ale, and they wouldnt be able to fill their spring orders for Red, White and Brew. That would most certainly mean the downfall of DFB.