Real Men Will. Victoria Dahl
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Wallace grunted as they each took a glass. “Yeah. And the chipotle peppers.” There was a reason they were considering the name Devil’s Cock. This stout was the darkest of dark, accented with chocolate and a kick of heat. It smelled black and wicked.
“Sláinte,” Eric said, and they all tipped the glasses to their lips. Richness filled his mouth, flowing with the bitter hint of dark chocolate, sweetened by the malt. At the very end, smoky pepper touched his tongue.
“Christ, that’s smooth,” Jamie said.
Wallace didn’t smile. “Yeah?”
Eric nodded. “This is it. A one-hundred-percent improvement over the last batch. It’s gorgeous.”
Wallace’s eyes tilted a bit, as if he’d finally dared a small smile. Eric couldn’t be sure past the beard.
The brewmaster took another drink and wiped the foam off his facial hair. “I was thinking end of November,” he said.
“It’ll be perfect for winter,” Jamie agreed.
Eric nodded, but he wasn’t sure. “Any chance we could do a limited rollout by mid-October? It could be a nice Halloween beer.”
“No,” Jamie said before Wallace could answer. “We’ve got the Harvest Ale, not to mention the work on rolling out the restaurant. And we haven’t even decided on a name for this one, much less started a logo. It’d never get approved by the liquor board in time.”
Wallace’s eyes darted from Jamie to Eric as if he were waiting for an argument. His anticipation wasn’t unfounded. Eric felt his neck tighten to rock. Jamie’s words sounded like thrown fists, they were so hard.
Eric wanted to throw a few hard words back. He was the one who made these decisions, not Jamie. But Jamie was shouldering his way into the decision-making process now. A good thing, Eric assured himself. “Fine. Late November.”
“And the name?” Jamie pressed.
“We’ll talk about it.”
His brother scowled. “It’s a good name. Wallace, you like it, right? It was your idea.”
Wallace shrugged one massive shoulder. “You two work it out.”
“Good work, Wallace,” Eric said as Wallace turned to retreat back to his tank room. It was his personal cave, and even though it belonged to the Donovans he growled like an ogre at anyone who entered without his permission.
Just as Wallace disappeared, the back door opened and their sister, Tessa, walked in on a shaft of morning sunlight. She was like a Disney character, bringing happiness and smiles with her. Eric used to joke about seeing bluebirds darting around her head. But after the past few months, he no longer looked for bluebirds. Little Tessa was all grown up now, and she had a man living in her house to prove it.
“What’s going on?” she asked, strolling over.
“It’s the new chocolate stout.” He dipped his head toward the glass.
Tessa poured herself a sample and tried it. “Oh, so much better! It’s perfect. I love the kick at the end.”
“We’re going to roll it out in November. I’ll need you to start the logo process. I’ll deal with the liquor board.”
“Did we decide on the name?”
Jamie smirked. “Everyone still loves Devil’s Cock, but Eric’s scared.”
“I’m not scared. I just don’t want to offend anyone.”
Tessa tilted her head. “I think it’s fine. You know, names and logos are getting more and more edgy. And the logo will be a rooster, right? With devil horns?”
Eric crossed his arms and shifted.
“Jesus Christ,” Jamie barked. “You were on board with it a few months ago.”
“I only said I’d consider it.”
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Jamie said, leaning toward him as if he meant to share a secret. “Why don’t you try manning up?”
Eric dropped his hands, balling them into fists. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
They were right back where they’d been for years, and Eric stepped into the old groove with ease, his decade of anger at Jamie snapping quickly back into place. “Look, little brother. I know your idea of planning is to throw anything and everything out there and hope something sticks, but that’s not the way a professional goes through life. I’m responsible for the reputation of this brewery and—”
“Oh, you’re kidding me, right? Because that is pure, hilarious irony coming from you. If you think—”
“Hey!” Tessa shouted, and Eric realized they’d both been yelling. “What is going on here? I think I missed something.”
Eric’s anger fell away like spilled water. He should’ve kept his mouth shut. Jamie, on the other hand, looked morbidly delighted.
He smiled. “Why don’t you ask Eric?”
Eric shook his head. He didn’t want to tell Tessa. She was his baby sister. He’d been her hero, once upon a time. “It’s just a fight.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I heard something about a woman coming in and starting an argument with Eric, but I assumed…” Her gaze slid to Jamie. “Everything’s okay with you and Olivia, right?”
“Olivia and I are great, but thanks for the vote of confidence. Ask Mr. Perfect here what that was about. Oh, and watch out for falling pedestals, Tessa.”
She rolled her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means the higher you are, the harder you fall. Especially if you’ve been pretending to be an angel.”
“All right.” Eric sighed. “That’s enough.”
“Not by far. But I’ll let you explain to our sister. I’ve got to get to work.”
Jamie disappeared into the barroom, and the doors swung silently in his wake, but Eric winced as if a door had slammed. His brain scrambled for a way to explain it all away, but he couldn’t think. He was so damn tired. And guilty.
Tessa folded her arms. “You’re having girl trouble? Is this April Fools’ Day?”
“I wish it were.”
“Come on. Give me the dirt.” She was smiling as if it was a joke, because she couldn’t imagine that Eric would ever do something scandal-worthy. He was the responsible one. The steady one. The one who never had time for fun, and didn’t miss it for a second.
“It’s no big deal,” he lied. “Just an argument with a woman.”
“Oh, is that all?” She leaned forward. “Seriously, Eric. What woman?”
“Someone I saw a few months ago. It was just one date. Nothing serious.”
“Then why did she come in here to yell at you last night?”
Oh, that. He held his breath for a few moments, hoping that an earthquake would hit or a tornado siren would begin to sound. Anything to distract his sister from the question. But no natural disasters struck. And Tessa would find out, whether he told her or not. “What did you hear?”
“Come on,” she groaned. “Out with it.”
Eric took a deep breath, but it didn’t make him feel any better. “The woman I went out with thought I was Jamie,” he said quickly.
Tessa didn’t react with horror. She didn’t gasp and press a hand to her forehead. She just snorted. “That’s ridiculous. You two don’t look anything alike.”
“Right. But she saw