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“Sher?” Nero said, concern lacing his words.
“It’s just that this is my job, right? I’m the event coordinator. I have thrown a ton of weddings and parties in this very barn. And of course, all of those mattered, but this wedding? Oh, this wedding is the wedding of the VP of Sales, one of the owners of the entire establishment.”
“Um, sis, you do realize you’re one of the owners, too?”
She tossed her hands in the air. “Exactly!”
Nero looked at me, confusion distorting his handsome face. “Do you get it? Because I’m lost.”
I stepped toward my best friend and took her hand. “This is the ultimate representation of all you can offer. This is the crème de le crème so to speak. If something goes wrong for the actual owner of the vineyard, then that doesn’t say much for some random who wants to have a wedding here. The pressure is higher because of that.”
“You got all that from that?” Nero questioned.
“It’s also years of listening to Sherry’s meltdowns.”
“Hey!” Sherry said. “I don’t meltdown often.”
“No, you don’t,” I agreed. “And you don’t need to now. Everything will be fine, so take a deep breath, go in there, check on the caterers, then head back to Phoebe. You need to trust you planned everything, and the people you have put in charge are going to carry out your plan.”
Sherry nodded. “You’re right. I do this all the time. Just another day at Vine Valley Vineyard.” She straightened. “I’m going to check with the caterer. Thank you. Both of you.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Nero said.
“Yes, and let’s keep it that way. I’ll see you both at the wedding.” Sherry headed into the barn, her heels clicking across the wood floors.
“She saw us holding hands,” Nero said. “And she didn’t try to hit me. I call that progress.”
I poked his stomach, and he wrapped his arms around me from behind, hanging on my shoulders as we walked toward my car.
“Let’s get you to the groom,” I said.
“Or we can go back to your place. I can help you get into your dress. And then out of it. Then back in. And out one more time…”
He kissed my neck, and my resolve almost weakened. Almost.
“Keep your lips to yourself, mister.” I dodged out of his hold with a laugh. “Your brother’s getting married today, and you will not be late.”
“You are no fun.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“My memory is foggy. Help refresh it.”
“Get in the car.” I laughed at his pout. “And keep your hands on your side of the vehicle at all times.”
“You’re not playing fair.”
“Think of it as foreplay.”
“How is keeping my hands to myself foreplay?”
“It’s the wanting and the anticipation building up all day and all night.”
“All night?” He gaped.
I put a finger to his lips. “Every time you look at me, you’ll want to take me into a closet and have your way with me, but you can’t. The desire will drive you insane. Then when the cake is served, the wine glasses are empty, and the guests have left, we will go home and let those desires take control.”
His jaw tightened. His lips pressed together as those dark blue eyes locked on mine. “I was wrong. It has nothing to do with fair. You’re playing dirty. And I like it.”
