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Every caress of her curves, every touch of her lips, every moan that had drifted to my ear was etched into my memories. There wasn’t a single detail of my night with Lanes that was blurry. It was as crisp as the Sauvignon Blanc she loved so much.
Footsteps approached the bar, but my mind was still stuck on the memories, replaying every thrust into Lainey’s sweet, silky heat.
“Excuse me?”
The visions snapped away, along with my attention. “How can I help you?” I asked the brunette who had a pretty face, but there were lots of pretty faces in this place, including the woman with black hair beside her.
“We’d like to do a tasting,” the brunette answered.
I grabbed the tasting menu and placed it in front of them. “This is our red flight, or white flight, and then we have a combo flight that will give you two whites along with a tasting of our dessert wine.”
“I like the pink ones,” the black-haired woman said.
“I can easily swap out one of the reds for a rosé.”
I worked with Franc to come up with the tasting menus. We kept it at five wines per tasting so people wouldn’t experience palette fatigue. I figured most people wanted to drink wine and find one they thought tasted best, but Franc was all about the product, and rightfully so. He dedicated his life to turning grapes into the wine we served.
My appreciation for people who wanted to learn about wine was high, but I could always tell the difference. These women just wanted to drink. And there was nothing wrong with that, but anyone could help them.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” the brunette said.
Fuck me. “Am I supposed to?” I flashed my Grasso charm, so the question came across as flirty and not insulting. Mainly because I didn’t want to hurt this woman’s feelings if I had at one point slept with her and didn’t remember.
“We had a pretty wild night a couple of years ago,” she said.
Laurent was right. I needed to keep my dick in my pants.
I headed out of the tasting room earlier than I expected. Between Chris, Donna, and the new hire, they had everything under control and didn’t need me. Normally, I’d stay and flirt with some beautiful women, but my desire to flirt was gone. The only ass I wanted to look at, touch, sink my fingers into was Lainey’s. The only lips I wanted on mine were Lainey’s.
I didn’t want to go home. Being left to my own thoughts had been a real bitch. I could head over to the VFW, but I didn’t think I could face Lainey’s dad, who was one of the permanent fixtures there. Even if he had no clue about Lanes and me, I’d have guilty written all over my face. He always told me I had a shit poker face.
So I made a left toward Three Barrell Distillery. It was mid-September, and Brady had started his Scary Movies Under the Stars event that would run every Friday until Halloween. A good old horror movie sounded pretty damn good right now.
The parking lot was packed, but I managed to find a spot and threw my car in park. I hopped out and made my way inside. The tasting room had a few people, but most were around the bonfire, watching the original Halloween on a sheet that was hung between two trees.
Jack, an Australian shepherd mix and Brady’s sidekick, greeted me at the door. He sniffed my shoes before jumping on my thighs, waiting for a scratch behind the ears.
“Hey, buddy.” I granted him what he wanted most. His mouth hung open, his tongue flopping out as he tilted his head into my hand. “You’re such a mush.”
I stopped petting him and stepped forward, but Jack wasn’t done. He jumped in front of me the entire way to the bar.
“Jack,” Brady said followed by a loud whistle. Jack ran to behind the bar where Brady slipped him a treat, then held his own fist out to me in greeting. I fist-bumped him and sat at the only open stool. He was like another older brother, and every time I stepped into this place, I was so damn proud of him.
“Surprised to see you in here tonight,” Brady said. “Thought the tasting room would be a madhouse.”
“It’s busy, but my staff had it under control, so I ducked out.”
“No pretty ladies who caught your attention?” Brady asked.
“Not tonight.”
“There’s plenty here, but most of them are with dates, so you might be shit out of luck.”
“I’m not on the prowl.”
“It wouldn’t have to do with a certain blonde we’ve both known almost our entire lives?”
“I’ll take the rye,” I said.
