Book 1 of The Wicked Winemakers' Ball series releases June 23!
Enjoy this excerpt:
“Who are you?”
Since she spoke barely above a whisper, I took another step. “What do you mean?”
“No offense, Brix—I mean that sincerely—but…why are you here?”
“When you asked me a similar question before, I told you I’m here because you need help.”
She busied herself turning on ovens and some of the other equipment.
I followed. “Does my being here bother you?”
“It isn’t that.”
“What is it?”
“You’re acting so…different.”
I smiled. “In what way?”
Addison stopped what she was doing and put her hands on her hips. “In that way. You just smiled. I don’t know how many times I’ve waited on you, and I don’t think I’ve seen you smile once.”
I was about to argue and say she was wrong, but she probably wasn’t. I didn’t smile very often, which I suppose was one of the reasons it felt so good to be doing it now. I was usually so caught up in my work at the winery, I was often too preoccupied to pay attention to things that might have made me laugh. Since I was here to help Addison, I didn’t feel the same kind of pressure. This was something I wanted to do—it wasn’t my livelihood or that of my family.
She rolled her eyes and looked over to where our mothers and Sam were chatting. “I better get busy.”
“Put me where you want me.”
When Addison’s cheeks flushed, it told me everything I needed to know. She’d picked up on my double entendre, recognized I was flirting with her, and she liked it.
She’d always done a great job of acting completely professional around me. She rarely made conversation, and if she did, it was typically to ask what I wanted to eat or drink. When she’d teased Ridge about helping himself to whatever he wanted behind the bar, I had to admit I felt a twinge of jealousy. It was the most I’d ever seen her flirt with someone, especially when she added the wink. As much as I wanted Ridge to find someone who made him forget my sister, I’d never considered it might be Addison. My Addison.