Carly heaves a deep sigh. “That’s true enough. Isaac opened this place about forty years ago, but seeing as Adam’s the one who’ll inherit it someday… I guess there’s a bit of a power struggle between the old world and the new when it comes to running things.”
I blink in surprise. “They’re father and son?”
“Yep.”
“Wow. The apple fell pretty far, huh?”
She grins. “Like you’ve already figured out, Isaac’s a big softie beneath that gruff exterior. Adam’s the same. His exterior is just… harder to break through.”
“So, he’s not always such a jerk?”
“He’s never exactly a basket of puppies but, for the most part, his bark is worse than his bite. Ryder just… has a way of bringing out the ass in him.”
“Why?”
“They used to be friends, I think. Not sure what happened, I just know they had a falling out a while back. Every time Ryder shows up to play, Adam is extra pissy.” She sighs. “Word of advice? Stay out of the warpath on nights Lacey’s band is on the schedule.”
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’ve got to go talk to the guys playing next, and you’ve got to deliver those drinks before all your ice melts.” She gives me a quick elbow squeeze and a warm smile. “See you around, Felicity.”
My heart pangs as I watch her disappear into the crowd. Maybe working here won’t be so bad after all. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll even manage to make some friends.
That would be a first.
I’m still smiling to myself as I grab my tray and head into the crowd to deliver the drink orders.