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“So are you,” I say honestly.
“This isn't how I usually spend my weekdays,” he says with a smirk.
“Who knew all it took was a little lace,” I tease, smiling at him.
“There’s more to you than lace, baby girl, a whole lot more.”
And just like that, I see myself falling for Tanner Whiteman a little more.
It is then I hear a ringtone, and I sit up, frowning. “What’s that?”
“My phone. Ignore it,” he says, looking lust-drunk, and I smile before I lull back against him and resume my previous position. Before I can say anything, I hear it again.
“You sure you don’t want to get that?” I ask him, turning my head to look at him.
“I’m pretty comfortable,” he murmurs, before leaning down and taking my lips. He kisses me softly and slowly. In complete contrast to how he kissed me earlier.
We are lost in the moment, but the distinct ring breaks through again.
“You should get it,” I tell him, sitting up, our moment broken.
With a sigh, he runs a hand through his hair. I lift off him and put my clothes back on and he zips up his jeans, grabbing his cell.
“This better be good,” he growls into the phone, and I laugh, him softening immediately as he looks at me.
I don’t hear the other end of the conversation, but I can tell by the way his face contorts that something isn’t good.
“Jesus. I’ll be right there.” He ends the call and stands immediately.
“I need to go. There has been an incident at the distillery,” he says, and my smile instantly morphs into concern.
“Everything alright?” I ask as he grabs his things.
“They were a hell of a lot better about ten minutes ago,” he drawls in his deep tone before cupping my jaw and pulling my lips back to his. Our height difference is noticeable, and I lean up to reach him, his warm lips now so used to mine.
“I’ll call you,” he murmurs, going back in for another quick kiss.
“I’ll be here,” I tell him, and I see his eyes light up in what looks like appreciation before he steps away and runs out the door, back to his truck, and speeds away.
23
TANNER
Iwanted to stay with Victoria all afternoon yesterday. Who wouldn’t after she gave me the best blow job of my entire life and came on my cock, leaving me breathless and instantly wanting to do it all again.
But I got a call from Connor, and the day went downhill from there. Now I rub my eyes because I have had little sleep. It took us all last night to clean up, all morning to fix what was broken, and now a full day later, we are all feeling defeated. I stand in one of my aging rooms, surveying the team who have all been called in. My jaw is tight and my head is already throbbing, the memory of my beautiful neighbor now pushed to the back of my mind while I work out how to fix this mess.
“Tell me again how this happened?” I ask, looking around at the team, who’re all full of remorse and sadness.
“It was an accident,” Lacy says. It isn’t her fault, but I know she takes everything to heart.
“I’m sorry, sir. It was my fault. There were flowers on the side, and I have allergies. I sneezed, and my hand must have slipped when I was steering the forklift,” one of my workers says, and I breathe out, nodding. I look at him, taking in his red eyes and his running nose. He isn’t lying, if the amount he is wiping it is any indication. It was an accident; these things happen. But as I glance at the spot in my aging room, where only twenty-four hours before it was covered in broken oak barrels and fermented whiskey, the stench is still strong, and this has set us back a little bit.
“What the hell are flowers doing in my barrel room?” I ask, confused, looking right at Connor and Lacy.
Connor shrugs and shakes his head so I look at Lacy.
“Jasmine came by. I was busy with the shipment out the back, so I left her to it. She knows not to put any flowers in here, though, so I don’t know why she did,” Lacy says, frowning. I take a breath and try to calm my anger. I have a good team of people here. All locals and all who have been working at Whiteman’s for years. We’ll figure this out. “Maybe we can make what’s left of this batch a limited edition?” she suggests.
