to be done, and then did his chores before he even considered playing outside.
For Logan to be comfortable, everything needed to be in order.
The poor guy had almost made it through his entire spiel when I kicked the barrel I was working on and dropped the metal ring to the floor, creating a loud commotion.
“Ah! My finger!”
I gripped my right middle finger hard, grimacing in pain as the rest of the crew flew to my side. The tourists gasped in horror, watching helplessly as I grunted and cursed, applying pressure.
“What happened?”
“Is he okay?”
“Oh God, if there’s blood, I’ll pass out.”
I had to strain against the urge to laugh at that last one, which I was almost positive came from the hot mom with the great rack.
Logan sprinted over, his face pale as he shoved PJ out of the way to get to me.
“Shit, Noah. What’d you do? Are you okay?” He thwacked PJ’s shoulder. “Go get Gus!”
“Wait!” I called, still grimacing as I held up my hand. It was in a tight fist, and with everyone’s eyes fixed on it, I slowly rolled my fingers of my free hand beside it like I was coaxing open a Jack in the Box, and I flipped my little brother off with a shit-eating grin.
The guys all laughed as my brother let out a frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes before grabbing my neck in a chokehold. I shoved him off me, stealing his hat and tossing it on my own head backward as I raced toward his tour group.
“Sorry about the scare, folks,” I said, playing off the charm of the drawl I was given naturally from being born and raised in Stratford. “Couldn’t pass up the opportunity to give my little brother here a hard time.”
There were still some looks of confusion aimed our way, but slowly, they all smiled as relief washed over them.
“So, you’re okay?” I heard a soft voice ask. “You’re not hurt?”
It was the mom, and I leaned against one of the machines on one arm as I crooked a smile at her.
“Only by the fact that I’ve gone my whole life without knowing you, sweetheart.”
Her friends all giggled, one of them wearing a BRIDE TO BE button that I hadn’t noticed before. The mom was still blushing as Logan ripped his hat from my head, shoving me back toward the barrel I’d abandoned.
“Alright, Casanova. Leave my group alone.”
“Just making their tour of Scooter Whiskey Distillery one they’ll never forget, little bro,” I chided, winking once more at the mom before I got back to work.
Logan was already continuing on with the next part of his tour as he walked the group out, and I held the mom’s eyes the entire way until she was out the door.
I imagined I’d find her at the only bar in town later tonight.
Marty griped at me for being stupid, as PJ and Eli gave me subtle high fives. They were all used to my pranks, especially at my brothers’ expense. When you grow up in the same town, with the same people, all working at the same place and doing the same damn job, you learn to make the most of what little fun you can slip into the everyday routine.
“Noah.”
Gus’s voice sobered me, and I dropped my cocky smirk, straightening at his call.
“My office. Now.”
He hadn’t even risen from his chair, but I knew he’d heard the commotion from the prank. My confidence in being untouchable as a Scooter employee slipped a little as I peeled off my work gloves and made my way to his office.
“Shut the door behind you,” he said without looking up.
My ears rang a little at the sudden quietness, and I let the door latch shut before taking a seat in one of the two chairs across from him.
Gus eyed me over the papers he was still running over his hands, one brow arching before he sighed and dropped the papers to his desk. “First of all, even though I appreciate you bringing some laughter into this place, don’t play around when it comes to job safety, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I know Logan is your brother, and I don’t mind the occasional prank. But slicing a finger off is no laughing matter. Our founder is proof of that.”
The story of our founder passing away from a minor finger injury was one we always told to the tours that passed through. Here was this healthy man, older but not suffering from any illnesses, and in the end, it