“Yeah.”
“Are your parents still married?”
“They are. And I have an older brother and younger sister who still live there.”
“I’m sure that’ll ease your mind knowing she’ll have family to care for her.”
“I guess. I know they’ll take care of her, but it won’t be like being there myself.”
That makes me think even more of Porter than I already did. “Mobile isn’t that far. You can drive down whenever she needs you.”
“I was afraid I was being out of line by asking you to come here, but I’m glad I did. You’ve put my mind at ease.”
“I’m glad I was able to do that for you.”
“I guess we should get back before everyone at the brewery starts to wonder where we disappeared to for so long.”
Mutha-humper. We’ve been gone for almost three hours.
People had to have seen us leaving together. They aren’t going to be wondering anything. They’re going to be assuming. “Umm… yeah. We’d better get back.”
I relax when I return to the art department and don’t find my dad pacing the floor. I think it’s fair to say that the lack of his presence is equivalent to a dodged bullet this time.
This time. What about next time? The next time Porter asks me to lunch. The next time he asks me to leave the brewery with him.
Intuition tells me that this time won’t be the last time.
5
Porter Beckman
I feel like I need to address yesterday with Frankie in case she’s feeling a little awkward about it. “Hey, I just wanted to run by for a minute and say thank you for yesterday.”
“No problem.”
“I can’t tell you how much our talk calmed my nerves. And my mom’s too. She sounded so much more hopeful after I told her about your mom’s experience.”
“I’m really happy you were able to help ease her worries.”
I could feel how much Frankie loves her mother. The same way I love mine. “You’ve been through this. You understand how I’m feeling right now.”
“I do. And it can be very scary. Not everyone understands that the family member diagnosed with cancer isn’t the only one in need of support.”
“I feel like I should warn you that I may need to talk again.”
“I’m a daughter with a mother who had breast cancer. I’d be dumb if I didn’t take a special interest and learn everything I could about it. I’m your girl if you need to talk about it.”
“I can come to you as long as it’s within the next three months, right?”
“You know… we have these handy little gadgets these days called phones. I hear you can communicate on them, even from long distances.”
I shake my head; she doesn’t get it. “Not the same thing. I won’t be able to see your face or feel the calm that you emanate.”
“I emanate calm?”
“You do. I don’t think you realize how much.”
She laughs. “O… kay. I’m going to let you keep believing that.”
“I am. Because it’s true.”
I wasn’t originally planning to come into the art department and talk with Frankie. I was only going to quickly speak to her from the doorway, but like every other time I’m near her, I feel a pull drawing me closer. “What are you working on today?”
“The merch page. How long since you updated that? The actual merchandise, that is. Not the page.”
“A while.”
“Yeah, I can tell. I really think Iron City could use a face-lift in that department.” She covers her face and peeks at me through a split between her fingers. “It’s rather stagnant. Sorry. Would you be all right with me designing some new products?”
She’s a summer intern who’s telling her boss that his merchandise is stagnant. That takes balls. And she’s taking the initiative to improve it.
I like this girl.
“I haven’t had time to mess with that side of the marketing in a long time. What kind of products are you thinking about?”
She sucks air in through her teeth, jaw clenched. “Sooo… this is the thing. Iron City sells T-shirts and the designs are great but every one of them is for dudes. They’re a boxy fit with a high round neck. The fabric is thick and stiff. Girls don’t wear that kind of stuff. We want soft fabric. A fitted cut. A deep V to show off our boobs… and no guy minds that, right?”
She had me at boobs. “You’d be correct.”
“You need at least one design and cut for women. And I think you need more options on the ball caps. You have one—and again, the design is great—but it’s for a guy.”
I don’t know why I didn’t see that. “You’re right. My stupid man brain didn’t cater to the female clientele. That’s a huge mistake on my part since Iron City is working hard to appeal to the female beer drinker.”
“I’d also suggest offering an Iron City logo beanie. This is a modern hipster company. It shouldn’t only have ball caps. And something else to consider: people are crazy about their pets. I think it would be cool to consider collars, leashes, and maybe even shirts for animals.”
Frankie Dawson gets this company and the people we’re trying to market to—I think better than I do. “I can tell that you minored in marketing.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should. That’s what it’s intended to be.”
“The seasonal labels are done and I should be finished with the website design by tomorrow. I can work on designing the new merchandise after I finish. If that’s what you and Oliver and Lucas want.”
“You have my approval—and mine is the only one you’ll need—but I have to warn you. When Lawrence sees your label and website design and the new merchandise you’re coming up with, she’s going to want you to do the same for BCC.”
“Designing for Bohemian Cider would be fun. I’d love to do it.”
I see sheer eagerness in her wide eyes and broad smile. “I’m not showing Lawrence your work until you’re finished with Iron City, or she’ll try to steal you out from under me. I can’t afford to share you right now. I have too much going on in the back.”
“Everything okay?”
No. Everything is definitely not okay. “The taste is off in about half of the sweet potato cream stout batches. We can’t figure out what’s happening to them.”
Frankie grimaces. “Yikes… that is a problem.”
“A big problem. If we can’t solve the problem soon, we’re going to be forced to change the seasonal to something else or not put out a seasonal at all this fall.”
“Won’t you lose money?”
“Definitely. Beer drinkers love seasonals. There’s a huge profit in it for us.” We won’t just not make money if we don’t put out a seasonal. We’ll lose a lot of money; so much time and effort has gone into perfecting this recipe.
“Well, go do what you’ve got to do and don’t worry about what’s going on with graphics and marketing. I’ve got this covered, and I won’t hesitate to give you a holler if I run into a problem.”
It’s a fucking relief to have her here.
I trust Frankie’s judgment, and I know she’ll do an amazing job. The burden she has lifted from my shoulders is incredible. “Please know that the stellar job you’re doing doesn’t go unnoticed.”
“I appreciate that.”
She has been with us for two weeks. I can’t believe how much easier she has made my job in that short time. I’m going to hate to see her go in September.
“Do you like vegan food?”
Frankie looks up at me from her computer screen. “I don’t know. I like vegetables so… maybe.”
“It’s the craziest thing. Lawrence has gotten me hooked on this little vegan cafe about ten minutes from here. Their food is unusual but delicious. I’m thinking about riding over to check out their specials of the day. Wanna go with me?”
A wrinkle forms across Frankie’s forehead and her brows tense. What does that mean? “You don�
�t have to worry. I won’t let you choose anything weird. I’ve tried everything, so I know what’s good.”
“I’d like to but…” I wait for the words to follow her “but” and I get nothing.
“I’m your boss. I think you’re supposed to do as instructed. And I’m instructing you to have a healthy vegan lunch with me.”
Okay. Maybe that’s a cheap shot—and not at all an instruction she has to follow—but I want to treat her to lunch. Reward her for a job well done. And maybe show her some appreciation for being so kind when she talked to me about my mom’s cancer.
She leans away from her computer and shrugs. “When you put it like that, I suppose I have no choice but to follow my boss’s instructions.”
“Are you at a good stopping place?”
She nods. “I am.”
“Good. We can go early and beat the lunch rush.”
I forgo stopping by to tell Molly that I’m leaving. I don’t want to see the you’re-leaving-the-brewery-with-a-girl look on her face. I’ve already seen it once this week and that was enough.
Molly is a sweet woman. Like a second mom to Lucas and Oliver and me. She wants us to be happy and has made it clear that she believes the first step in making that happen is being with the right woman. A wife. And she tells me often. To say that Mama Molly doesn’t approve of my dating habits is putting it mildly.
Frankie places her foot on the running board of my truck. “Forgot my ladder.”
“My truck isn’t that tall.”
“Says the man who is at least a half foot taller than me. I’m five-four on my best day.”
“That’s not that short. But for the record, at six-one I’m more than a half foot taller than you.”
“Go ahead. Rub it in.”
I shut the door and get in on the driver’s side. “Girls are never satisfied. Short girls want to be tall. Tall girls want to be short. Straight-haired girls want curls. It never ends.”
“You’re mostly right except for the hair thing. I wouldn’t change mine; I like it.”
“You shouldn’t. Your hair is beautiful.”
“Well, thank you.”
I don’t even ask about the music. I automatically put it on the eighties rock station.
“I didn’t realize this was the cafe you were talking about.”
“You’ve eaten here?” That’s sort of a bummer. I thought I was introducing her to something new.
“Oh no. I frequent this area quite a bit, but I’ve never eaten at this cafe.”
Good. “You hang out in this area?” I can see why she would. It’s a young, funky, up-and-coming area.
“There’s a boutique a couple blocks over. They let me sell some of my art pieces in their store.”
Nothing about that surprises me. “What kind of art pieces?”
“Nothing particular. Just an eclectic mix of stuff.”
“That’s really cool that they let you do that.”
I’m glad we came early. It’s only half past eleven and the restaurant is already filling up. “What do you recommend?”
“The Mexican quinoa is delicious. The butternut squash chipotle chili with avocado is a favorite. You also can’t go wrong with the spicy Thai peanut sauce over roasted sweet potatoes and rice. Nothing on the menu is bad although I wasn’t much of a fan of that tofu noodle dish.”
“The word tofu alone is unappetizing. What is that made of anyway?”
“I have no idea and after trying it, I don’t want to know.”
“I think I’ll go with that Thai dish. I love sweet potatoes.”
“I’m going to have the same.”
We place our orders and Frankie goes silent, pointing to the ceiling. “Ahh.”
“What?”
“This song.”
I immediately recognize the iconic Journey song “Faithfully.”
“I love it, but hearing it makes me super sad. It’s a reminder they’re coming to Oak Mountain Amphitheatre tomorrow night and my two best friends are going without me.” She frowns and shows me a thumbs-down. “Wah-wah.”
What kind of pals don’t invite you to a Journey concert when they know you want to go? “You have shitty friends.”
She laughs. “It’s not like that. They invited me to go, but I can’t because I have to save every penny I make for the move to Austin.”
“They don’t have to save their money?”
“Dillyn and Brooke don’t work. They come from money, and their parents will pay for everything when we relocate. Mine… they’d like to help me, but they can’t afford it.”
Iron City pays Scott a decent salary, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel like shit when I hear Frankie say that her dad isn’t able to afford to help her with moving expenses. “A dollar doesn’t stretch as far these days.”
“No, it sure doesn’t.”
I want to do something for Frankie, a show of appreciation for the excellent work she’s been doing at Iron City. And I know exactly what that’ll be.
I take out my phone. “Sorry, Frankie. An important email just came through from a big client. I really need to reply.”
“It’s okay. I need to run to the restroom for a minute anyway. Where are they?”
“Back left corner.”
I locate two seats on the lower level of Oak Mountain Amphitheatre. Row four. If I had to guess, I’d say Frankie has never been so close to a stage. She’ll love it. Sold.
I’m finalizing my purchase when Frankie returns to our table. “I think I saw the Thai sweet potatoes on someone’s table and—oh… my… goodness—it looks delicious.”
“You won’t be disappointed.”
I suppose there’s no reason not to go ahead and tell Frankie what I’ve done. “I have a confession to make. I wasn’t replying to an email from a client.” I push my phone across the table so she can see the e-tickets for Journey’s concert tomorrow night.
“You’re going too?”
“Yeah.”
She picks up my phone and studies the screen. “And you’re on the mutha-humping fourth row? I’m so envious that I’ve probably turned a highly unattractive shade of green.”
“No need to turn green. You’re going with me. I bought you a ticket too.”
Her mouth gapes. “On the fourth row? No way.”
“You see the e-tickets right there.”
Frankie’s mouth turns up at the corners and she tilts her head to the side. “Porter…”
“Whaaat?”
“Fourth-row tickets must have cost a fortune.”
I shrug. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“Liar.”
“Don’t worry about the cost. Just consider it an expression of my gratitude for the great job you’re doing at Iron City.”
“Dillyn and Brooke’s seats are okay, but they aren't near as good as these. They're going to be so jealous.”
Good. They should be for leaving Frankie out.
“I already made plans to meet them for drinks before the show. Would you like to join us?”
“Sure. What time?”
“Five o'clock at El Barrio. My treat.”
“I can't let you pay.”
“You can and you will.”
No way that’s happening. “Okay. Sounds good.”
“Do you think it's best if we keep this just between us? Giving me expressions of gratitude like concert tickets might not be well received by employees who feel they are more deserving than an intern.”
That is something to think about, especially when I take into consideration that I’ve never done anything like this for my other employees. “I don't think keeping it between us is a bad idea at all. I wouldn't want to piss off anyone.”
And I also don't want to make trouble for myself with Lucas and Oliver. I highly doubt they would approve of my spending time with my warehouse manager's twenty-one-year-old daughter outside of the workplace.
The server returns and places our lunch on the table in front of us. “Two spicy Thai roast
ed sweet potatoes and rice with peanut sauce.”
“That looks amazing.”
“What are you waiting for? Dive in.”
Frankie takes a bite and her eyes widen. “Mmm… ohh. God, that’s so good!”
Fuck. Me. If my eyes were shut, everything I just heard coming out of her mouth could be mistaken for porn.
“Told you it was good.”
“I can't believe I’ve walked by this place a hundred times and never come in. What a shame.”
“Bet you don't walk by again without coming in to eat.”
“I know that's right.”
The porn sounds Frankie makes while she eats keeps my dick twitching the whole time we’re at the cafe. And they keep my mind wondering what kinds of noises she might make if she were lying under me naked.
I’m looking at her while she talks about one thing and then another and all I can think about is how her long dark hair would look if it were spread on the bed beneath her.
I wonder if she’d press her face against the mattress while I fucked her from behind? Or would she hold it up, occasionally looking at me over her shoulder when I pulled her hair. How hard would she let me pound my cock into her before she screamed?
I don’t know.
But I’d like to find out.
6
Frankie Dawson
“An expression of gratitude? What exactly is that?” Brooke says.
“Porter says I'm doing a great job at Iron City, and this is his way of thanking me.”
Dillyn grunts. “Sounds more like a date that he's not calling a date if you ask me.”
“It’s not like that.” Or is it? Am I unwilling to admit that it is like that because then it means that I’m dating my boss?
What if I am? Is there really any shame in that? It’s not like I’m climbing the corporate ladder. Hell, I’m not sticking around long enough to gain any kind of employment perks from it. Not like I’m knocking anyone out of a position and taking it for myself.
“I guess we'll see if he considers it a date when he takes you home tonight.”
“Who says he's taking me home tonight?”
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