My Beautiful Neighbor (The Greene Family Book 1) by Piper Rayne (android based ebook reader txt) 📗

I shake it and his gaze falls down my body as though it should ignite me into flames. Either my libido crashed when I landed in this small town, or this guy isn’t that hot. I think it might be the former because on a regular day, I’d definitely find him attractive. But not on a day when I have to do what I’m here to do.

“Hi, Jed Greene.” I shake his hand. He waits for me to offer my name, but I take a sip of the beer to dodge the question. I raise the glass. “This is good.”

He winks as though he already knew that. Cocky usually does it for me, but still nothing. Then the room grows louder, and I glance over his shoulder again, finding no one staring at us, except for one guy. The guy from outside who was talking to the two girls earlier. He’s speaking with someone, but his gaze flickers over to Jed and me a few times.

“So, mystery girl. Just so you know, there are a lot of theories being thrown around.”

“About?”

He chuckles so loudly, the person behind us looks over. “About who you are. I’m the unofficial town representative.”

I tilt my head. “To find out who I am?”

He looks around. “Yeah. I can be the welcome man too, if you like.”

“Welcome man?” I question.

This guy is definitely used to getting any woman on her back with minimal effort, and he clearly thinks he’s going to accomplish that with me. As much as sex with a stranger sounds amazing right now—because it would clear my mind—I have no interest.

“You know how there’s the welcome wagon…”

I scrunch my eyebrows.

“Small town thing, I guess.” He shrugs. “The welcome wagon welcomes you to the neighborhood. Comes to your door, leaves menus for restaurants and all the news about the town.” His gaze falls down my body one more time. A smirk forms as he checks out my heels. “You don’t seem from around here, so I can show you a real Alaskan man.”

“Then you’re the last person who should welcome her to town.” The guy from outside claps Jed on the shoulder. “He’s really just an Arizona boy pretending to play an outdoorsman.”

I laugh, and Jed stares at me as though he can’t believe I make that sound.

“Meet Cade… Greene,” Jed says, and Cade puts his hand over the table between us.

I shake it, and a spark runs up my arm. He smiles and the air rushes from my lungs. This is how I’m used to feeling when a gorgeous man approaches me. I glance at Jed for a moment, wondering why I didn’t get that feeling with him.

“So you’re brothers?” I ask.

They both shake their heads. “Step.”

That explains how different they look. Cade’s hair is longer, darker, and wavy, and he has a lot more scruff. The type of scruff you want to feel between your thighs.

“Cool.” I sip my beer.

Cade shakes his head and grabs an empty glass from the stack in the middle of the table and pours a beer from the other pitcher. “Trust me, you’ll like this one more.” He leans past Jed and places it in front of me.

Jed sighs. “She already has the best beer we sell.”

“So you guys make the beer, I take it?” I arch an eyebrow.

They look at one another and back at me.

“We own the brewery,” Cade says.

I look around the place some more, thankful no one is paying me much attention anymore. The brewery suits them. Big silver barrels behind glass on one side, the tables are all dark wood and bulky with oversized chairs. Televisions arranged in a line above the bar showcase an array of sports, and there’s a big sign made out of steel that says Truth or Dare Brewery prominently displayed so it’s the first thing you see when you walk in.

“Very nice. I’m not much of a beer drinker, so I’m probably not a good judge.”

Jed pushes Cade’s closer as though he welcomes the competition. “Just take a sip and tell Cade you like mine better.”

I’m sure that grin paired with his wink gets Jed a lot of places, like between a woman’s legs.

“We earn money from both, so it’s not a real competition,” Cade says and rocks back on his heels. His body language says the complete opposite of what his lips did.

I sip Cade’s beer and swallow. They say nothing, waiting for me to speak. “It’s good. They’re both good.”

“If you had to finish a glass, which would you choose?”

“Um…” I’d rather be judging their beers than explaining who I am, so I play along and hope that as it winds down, I’ll be able to speak with Clara alone. “I guess I like the lighter one.”

“Cade’s?” Jed asks with distaste.

I shrug. “I told you I’m not really a beer drinker.”

“Hold up.” Jed leaves the stool and Cade takes his spot.

Suddenly I feel like the stuffed animal caught in a game of tug-of-war.

“He’s going to bring you his peach-flavored beer from this summer. It was our best seller last year and he likes to brag about it.” He glances at my plate that I’ve abandoned. “Do you not like the food?”

“Oh no, I’m just not as hungry as I thought.”

Cade nods. “Did you know Mrs. Harrison?”

Think fast, Presley. “Not very well, but I read her obituary and wanted to pay my respects.” I want to pat myself on the back. “Presley.” I put out my hand.

“Good to meet you, Presley. Sorry about the whole scene when you walked in, but no one is shy to let you know you’re an outsider in this town.”

I smile and sip his beer for something to do. A grin lights up his face as if it makes his day that I chose his beer to drink.

“I almost didn’t come. Felt it wasn’t my place.”

He pours himself a glass of Jed’s beer and I tilt my head but don’t ask. “I think if she