Chapter Twenty-Nine
My heart races like I’ve run straight uphill when Austin’s Pagani rolls to a stop in front of the farmhouse. I sit back in the Adirondack chair, pinching the stem of my wine glass a little too hard. I motion to two seats on the other side of the barrel that acts as a table.
“Jesus, you two get in a bar fight?” Austin has two black eyes. Jason, a puffy split lip, a gash across his cheekbone and one black eye.
Austin eyes Jason with a half-smile. “I guess you could say we aired some grievances.”
Shit, I’d like to air some grievances. Instead, I offer them wine. “From the cellar. A surprise bonus we’ll be launching this fall.” They each take a glass and I pour. From the expressions on their faces, it’s clear this isn’t a social call. “Spit it out. I don’t have all nigh
