Chapter Seventeen
DIMITRI WATCHED AS Jake practically floated behind the counter, filling fancy highball glasses with various whiskeys. He had never seen the man so excited before. It was almost silly to watch. “He’s in his zone,” he told Noel and Wes who leaned on the high-top table with him. “You’d think he did this before he moved here.”
Wes growled as he shifted where he stood, but Noel simply giggled. “He’s good at making businesses successful,” she said. “I think he misses that part of city life.”
“There’s a reason we don’t live in the city,” Wes said, still growling. “I prefer small crowds.”
“All right, everyone who is here for the whiskey tasting, step up to the bar,” Jake called out, as the Landry brothers slipped into spots in front of him. “Everyone else take a seat at one o
