Tequila Shots

Chapter 2

"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible." — T.E. Lawrence.

Brent's POV

"Hey... when did you get in?" Drew asked as I stepped into the dining area.

I yawned into my elbow, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "I didn't check the time but I guess it was pretty late. Why?"

"Nothing to worry about."

"Hmm... That's weird," I narrowed my eyes on him and he avoided my gaze, turning to feed Darren a small portion of eggs from his plate. He hardly ever asked random questions without there being a reason.

"Morning, Neva." I kissed her on the side of her head and she squeezed my butt in return. A bad habit she had. Geneva was our caretaker, cook, housekeeper, mother, sister, confidant and just everything a woman— whom you have no romantic relationship with— could be to you.

"Morning, baby boy. Sit and I'll make you a plate," she smiled. "You woke up pretty late today. Anything the matter?"

"Nah... I'm good. Just tired. We got some new stuff at the bar and new drinks also got delivered. Unloading trucks wasn't fun at all and that shit wore me the fuck out. I feel like I need a massage," I sighed.

"What you need is exercise," Javi slapped my upper arm as he walked past me to his side of the table. "You should stop by the gym. I wouldn't go easy on you, I promise."

I groaned in pain. "I don't doubt that."

"So that is what made you get back late last night," Drew smirked.

"Huh?" I raised a brow. "Is that why you asked what time I got in?"

"Yups."

"Why didn't you just ask what I was doing since you already knew I got in late?"

"I figured if I asked what time you got in, you'd tell me and maybe add in what it was that made you come home late."

"You're one weird papa bear," I scoffed.

Geneva put a steaming plate of eggs and French toast in front of me. The coffee came right after and I took a sip from the cup of bitterness. I liked my coffee with a generous amount of sugar and milk in it but I was craving the bitter taste and I read somewhere that it helped cleanse your stomach and reduce risk of diseases. I really just needed a fast energy booster.

"How's the renovation going?" Rachel brought up the conversation just after I took the first bite of my toast.

"Oh that... It's going so great that it scares me. I knew Uncle Carl was good but I didn't realize how good he was. I didn't give him a lot to work with because I honestly didn't know what I wanted to do with the new space but his idea blew my brains off. It's amazing. Mati helped secure the space and he came up with a plan for the warehouse and factory. His team started the construction process already. He's amazing."

"I can testify to that," Javi nodded. "He helped with Freya's house when she wanted to move down here."

"Talking about moving and Freya... I heard you were planning on living there. My boys told me you bought the house," Drew stated and we all turned to look at Javi. Surprise was an understatement. Bewildered, was more appropriate in describing what we felt.

"You heard or you asked? Pretty sure you asked your boys to monitor my every move."

"Well, you haven't answered the question."