Me: OMG, please tell me you have five seconds to talk me off the ledge! Ashley: What’s going on? And yes, I have exactly ten minutes before I have a meeting with a bridezilla who wants a river running down the aisle like she’s in “Crazy Rich Asians.” And of course, I’d have to have a camera floating down in a little raft to catch the angle from down below because of course she’d want that. I don’t get paid enough for this crap.Ashley was a wedding photographer, which meant she was a professional at talking women down when they were hysterical or asking for the moon. Exactly who I needed right about now as I got dressed for the grand opening at the winery this afternoon.Me: No cameras or rivers, I promise. Last night I had a moment, like a moment-moment, with my boss and now I’m freaking out.Ashley: Wait. With Mr. Cunningham? The one who’s training you at the winery? What happened to Chad?Me: Yes, Boston. I really wish this wasn’t your busy season. I have so much to fill you in on!
I climbed out and smoothed my polo shirt, smiling back. Pam had given me a new one in a size up. No customers would be in danger of a button attack today. Goodness, the man smelled good. The woodsy fragrance he always had on made my legs feel like butter. “Morning. I’m so excited!”Boston shut my car door and walked me in, his hand coming out to touch my elbow and then reversing course. He jammed his hands in his pants pockets, then withdrew them again to open the back door for me. He was acting weird. And that was saying something coming from me, the queen of acting weird.“Mom’s talking to the caterer right now.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the tiny office tucked in the back corner of the winery. “How about I get the new napkins that just arrived this morning and we can make sure the bar is stocked?”“Sounds good. I just have to send a quick text and then I’ll be good to go.” I pushed through the saloon doors to put my purse behind the bar. I peeked over
I wasn’t sure how it had happened, but somehow, I’d put my arms around El and pulled her close to me, both of us laughing hysterically at my mother’s ridiculous pig mascot costume.It had been as natural as rolling over in my sleep, to reach for her. Holding her as we shared a moment of laughter borne out of the intimacy we’d built over the last week together, and the last night especially, felt so right that everything inside me was pushing me to hold her there forever. Where she belonged—close to me.But Mom’s timing was good, because it wouldn’t have been the right thing for me to lean in and kiss El furiously right there behind the tasting counter, no matter how much I wanted to. My desire for her, my intense admiration for the strong, silly girl in my arms, didn’t change the fact I was still lying to her about something. And as long as I was misleading her, it was pretty clear I didn’t deserve her.I held her gaze a second longer, which turned out to be a mistake, because Mom saw
“You think your mom wants to put us together?” I couldn’t tell if the idea made her happy or horrified her.“Definitely,” I told her.A little smile flitted over El’s lips and my heart jumped. Did that mean she’d be interested? I knew she thought I was hot, but I also knew she thought I was evil. Or at least she had at one point.The conversation didn’t continue, thanks to the manic pace of the crowd still pouring in the doors, and there was little time to think about it because that first couple that had come in was like a raindrop that signaled an oncoming deluge. Whether it was Dalton on the corner in the pig costume, or Mom’s willingness to implement my brothers’ ideas about internet and email marketing in a way most traditional wineries were still not doing, the place was packed until the event came to an end at ten o’clock that night.El’s mom didn’t leave after her tasting. Instead, Mom poured her a big glass of the pinot gris, and she parked herself at the end of the counter l
Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak out.Ohhhh . . . he’s good at this.Boston tugged at my bottom lip, as if asking permission to keep going with the best kiss I’d ever participated in. I let my lips say yes and then I forgot everything else. The butterfly dragons in my stomach turned to a liquid warmth that permeated every square inch of my body. His hands tugged me closer and soon I had the full length of him pressed against me. A solid wall of muscle I wanted to see. Wanted to feel. Wanted to touch.One of his hands came up to cup my jaw, sliding across the nape of my neck and I full body shivered against him with the pleasure his touch brought. Then he was angling my head to take the kiss further and all I could do was hang on for the ride and hope I didn’t pass out from sensory overload.“Oh, sorry, dude.”I gasped against his lips, and Boston pulled back just enough to glance over his shoulder.“Ignore him,” he whispered, coming back to ghost across my lips.But the s
He closed the gap then, his lips already familiar, like they’d imprinted on my soul. He pulled back much quicker than I would have liked.“Get some sleep. You were magnificent in there today.”And then he was gone, walking to his car and leaving me feeling like I’d drunk a thousand of those brown sugar lattes I loved so much and would never sleep again. I got into my car and drove home, not even seeing the road around me. Not exactly safe, but I’d shifted into some kind of dream world where a man like Boston was crazy for me and nothing bad could touch me ever again. I pulled into my driveway and grinned like a mad woman when I saw Frank wasn’t out on his porch to greet me. See? Things had already changed for the better. Boston had magic lips.“Hey, wine princess.”The voice of my best friend, somewhere in the dark, had me jumping so high I almost twisted an ankle as I stepped out of the car.“Ash?” I hissed into the dark, gaze darting around until I found her sitting on my welcome ma
The high I was on as I walked El to her car, kissed her again, and then drove myself home to my condo lasted about twenty more minutes. Long enough to chat once more with my mother to agree that things had gone stunningly well, long enough to pour myself a beer to celebrate that I’d finally asked out the woman I wanted and that she seemed to potentially want me back, and long enough to be reminded in the most painful way possible that I’d been untruthful with her.She still wanted to go out with Chad.I sat in the wingback leather chair in my living room in the dark, facing the wall of windows that overlooked the river outside and stared at my phone as if it had betrayed me.In reality, I was the one doing all the betraying. The only way to fix this was to break it off, to make the Chad problem go away.The funny thing was that I hadn’t even talked to Chad since the festival. We saw each other once every couple months when we both had time, had a few drinks and reminisced about our ch
“Yep,” I said, walking her down the hallway and toward the supply closet at the end. She was wearing heels again, and they clicked along the tile, matching the beat of my heart. “Just right on in here, miss, uh, Watson.”El shot me a mischievous smile over her shoulder and stepped inside the large closet as I flicked on the light and pulled the door shut behind us.“Sir,” she said in a low voice. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was a ploy to get me alone.”My entire body responded to the thought of having her alone, and I stepped closer, dropping my hands to her perfect waist. “I miss you,” I whispered as she pressed herself against me.“Oh,” she said, registering the firmness of my body against hers. “So the rulers really are kept in here,” she joked.“Sorry,” I said, stepping back so she couldn’t feel the ruler-like bulge in my trousers.She shook her head slowly, staring up into my eyes. “You do the same thing to me,” she whispered.That did it. I pulled her closer and too