Life was what you made it and that was that. But he did think it was uncanny that he’d ended up at Honeycote Ales, for he had a strong feeling that they were made for each other, that this was where he belonged and that some unseen force had guided him here. Yet no matter how charming the brewery was, he could see that the writing was on the wall, that it was on the brink of disaster – and it was up to him to pull it back.It didn’t take him long to decide he was going to put his money in, because every day the brewery languished without investment it plummeted further beyond redemption. And Keith was a man of action, a man who trusted his own gut feelings, not to mention a man more than ready for a new challenge. The investment would have to go in phases: an initial injection with the ready cash he had available, followed by a more substantial dollop when the sale of his business went through. But a gentleman’s agreement was made – because he knew that Mickey was, deep down, a gentleman, even though he’d lost the plot a bit – so that Keith could implement changes immediately and not have to worry about waiting for tedious legal i’s to be dotted and t’s to be crossed.
