Whenever Levi had to lift something, Travis wanted to cry at the way his biceps popped. Travis wasn’t sure which god he had to thank for the fact that Levi’s work shirts were a size too small, but he thanked them deeply and profoundly every time he saw the way the cheap fabric stretched across Levi’s chest and shoulders. Travis skulked around in the wine aisles, checking to see if anyone needed help finding anything, or if anything needed restocking from out the back yet.įrom the wine aisles he had a good view of the beer zone, and he caught occasional glimpses of Levi Tanner, looking hot as hell in his cargo shorts and his red Booze Barn polo shirt.

But hey, Colin had done a PowerPoint on customer service delivery or whatever, so there was no bloody telling him. Which was stupid as hell, because if you let people browse they’d find another half dozen bottles of something to buy anyway. That meant if, over in the spirits zone, someone said to Brayden that they also needed a bottle of moscato, Brayden was supposed to get onto Travis over the headset and Travis would run it over. But Colin had this idea to divvy the Barn up into zones. If people came into the Booze Barn and couldn’t be stuffed to wait the extra five minutes it took to get something from the back dock, then fuck ‘em. The headsets were Colin’s latest and greatest idea and, like all his others, they were doomed to failure. Travis snickered, and switched his Bluetooth headset off so he didn’t have to listen to Colin giving Brayden a bollocking. “I’ll put you on register, Brayden!” Colin threatened. “We need better call signs anyway, Trav.” “Sorry, Colin,” Brayden echoed, still staticky. “Brayden! Travis! Knock it off! Those aren’t for playing around with! They’re to improve our customer service delivery!”

“Nooooooo!”Īnother voice cut in suddenly. I’m coming back around to give you some cover fire.” “Red leader! Red leader!” A blast of static.

Cool Story, Bro by Lisa Henry