Enemies on Tap by Avery Flynn Read Free Book Online

glares and puffed out their chests.
    The possibility of a testosterone-fueled pissing match centered the energy running wild through his body, and his hands curled into fists. He hadn’t been in a fight since college, but he’d never forgotten the visceral rage and power that had pumped through his veins right before he returned that first punch. Aggression buzzed like a killer wasp in his gut, angry and ready for release.
    “You here to give her that loan she needs?” One of the men practically snarled the question before letting loose a stream of tea-colored tobacco juice.
    “Hell no.”
    That negative response elicited a yellow-stained smile from the man. “Well then, by all means, welcome to the Sweet Salvation Brewery.”
    Logan yanked open the door and stomped inside, righteous vengeance propelling him forward. He spotted his prey standing by the bar. A worried divot crinkled her forehead. Good. She had every reason to worry.
    “Barging in on a private meeting and pitching a hissy fit is low, even for a Sweet,” he snarled.
    The mountain man beside her took a step forward, but she stopped him with a hand on his forearm. “Sean, go touch base with your contacts about the hops. I can handle him on my own.” She spun on one heel and marched out of the tasting room, pausing only at the hallway entrance where she looked back over one shoulder. “You coming?”
    Shit, it wasn’t like he was going to make an ass out himself by yelling at her back as she strolled away. Grumbling under his breath, he followed her down the hall, doing his best to ignore the swing of her hips and the way her jeans fit snug against her round ass.
    Her office was a complete pit. Papers and boxes were piled all over the small space. Even with her narrow frame, she had to turn sideways to get around one stack just to get to the chair behind her desk. There was no place for him to sit, which was for the best. It made it easier for him to keep the psychological advantage of height.
    As cool as a snow cone in January, Miranda settled into her seat and gazed at him expectantly.
    Logan wasn’t shy about seizing the invitation. “I don’t know how things work in Harbor City, but that’s not done in Salvation.”
    She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “This should be amusing. What secret Salvation code did I violate?”
    “Very funny. But unlike you Sweets, some of us here want to see Salvation prosper.” There, that had just the right amount of righteous indignation and pomp. He sounded like his dad. Not a comparison he normally wanted to be made, but the man wasn’t all bad.
    “I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulders, her languid body language making him harder and more intractable. “I saw that map. Looks like every member of your little cabal is going to be lining their pockets.”
    How had he gotten on the defensive here? Man up, dude. “There’s nothing wrong with capitalism.”
    She narrowed her blue eyes, nailing him to the floor without even busting a nail. “I never said there was, but don’t pretend this deal of yours is all about altruism. You’re going to make a pretty penny off the whole thing. Or at least you would have if I hadn’t come back to town.”
    “Come on, think straight.” Instead of giving into the frustration running rampant through his veins, he put his palms on her desk and leaned forward, invading her space.
    She didn’t give an inch. But he grew a few. God, why did arguing with her have to be an aphrodisiac?
    “You can’t possibly win the bet, Miranda.” He laid the sympathy on thick. “Sell to me now, and I’ll give you seventy-five cents on the dollar.”
    “How—” She paused and tapped her steepled middle fingers against her chin “— very generous of you.”
    Ignoring her not-so-subtle message, he forged ahead. “I’ll have the paperwork sent over in the morning.”
    “Don’t bother.” She stood up and made her way to the door as if to dismiss him. “I’d rather lick the