“Something like that.”
I don’t want to tell him that his sister is the one that’s inspiring. I figured I’d be blocked and it would be a slog to get any words out. The way she talks about this place has made the words flow. Instead of breaking that concentration to head to my spot in the lobby, I stayed in my cabin tonight.
Turns out, all I needed was Gemma for the words to flow.
When I went to find Gemma to see if she wanted to grab a drink, she wasn’t around. A drink in town was a close second.
“Here you go.”
Grabbing the copper mug, I sip the drink. “Damn, that’s good.”
“Thanks. Created it myself.”
“You own the place?” Gemma never mentioned her brother owned the place.
“Even make the vodka.”
“Damn.” I take another long pull on the drink. “How’d you get into that business?”
Peter shrugs a shoulder. “How’d you get into the Hollywood business?”
“Family business you could say. Brewing vodka a family business?”
Peter laughs at me. “You don’t brew vodka.”
“Fine, then. Whatever you do with vodka.”
“Distill. Seemed like an interesting enough thing to do. I was never really interested in running the ranch, so Gramps helped me with this.”
“He sounds like a good guy.”
Peter pours himself a glass of water. “You haven’t met him yet?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t.”
“He’s always around the ranch. Loves popping in and checking on Gemma.”
“Why’s that?” I ask.
“She’s the baby of the family. We joke she’s the favorite, but those two have always had a special relationship.”
“Do I need to be worried about him?”
Peter rests his elbows on the bar, glugging down his water. “I don’t know, do you?”
Considering the thoughts I’ve had about his granddaughter? Yeah, I feel like I should be worried. I came here fully expecting to be hunkered away for a few weeks while writing my script.
“I don’t think so.”
Peter smiles back at me. “No, you should be worried about Mason.”
“Mason? Your older brother, Mason?”
If possible, his smile gets even bigger. “I take it you haven’t met him.”
“Let me clear this up for you. You’re the only sibling I’ve met of Gemma’s.”
“Oh man. You’ve got your work cut out for you.”