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“Who are you telling?”

Who indeed?Because I want to tell more people than my bodyguard about her and I can’t.

We stay in the tub until the water cools and our fingers prune. Then we return to Cassidy’s bed to make love again.

Chapter Eleven

Isaiah Roomer was spotted by country fans having an intimate dinner in Houston. The singing sensation, who strayed from the spotlight since the death of his wife, was accompanied by an unidentified blonde woman.

CASSIDY

“Are you sucking up?”

My smart mouth buys me a shirt to the face at the wrong moment. I miss Isaiah’s bare chest by a fraction of a second. I can’t say I mind because the woodsy scent of his cologne lingers on his clothes along with a hint of perspiration. And now that I’m intimately aware of what a sweaty Isaiah smells like, it has my lady parts doing a dance. The rumpled shirt falls into my hands, giving me enough time to glimpse him pulling a vineyard tee over his stomach.

Damn, did he have to be this sexy?

Double damn, did I have to let him give me that many orgasms?

I don’t know who is in charge of merchandising at the winery’s gift shop. Whoever it is, they did an impeccable job of choosing the heathered cotton. It binds to his biceps and pecs like a second skin, making my mouth water, and reminding me of what being less than a hair’s breadth from him is like.

Proving he gives as good as he gets, Isaiah teases, “The only thing I’m sucking on is—”

“Shh!” I scamper over the concrete floor and cover his mouth. “Shoplifters. There are video cameras in the store.”

Isaiah slips a hand around my waist and makes a muffled sound. His eyes grow wide with mock-annoyance. Then he licks my palm to get a rise out of me.

“Yuck.” I wrinkle my nose.

“So, I can lick your pussy, but tonguing your palm is a hard stop?” he murmurs in my ear.

“Do you really want all of this on camera?” I blush.

Isaiah tilts his chin up to the square wooden beam rafters. “No.” Sullen, he drops his grip on me just to grab me back into his arms, kissing me with reckless abandon.

My toes curl and my entire body heats the way it had when we returned to bed after soaking in the tub.

I’m breathless when he finally decides the show we are putting on is over.

“If you post this to the internet, I will sue you for defamation of character!” he yells to no one in particular.

“Whose character?” I laugh. “I don’t think that’s how it works.” Isaiah is in public and the video footage belongs to my family.

“Yours.” He brings his thumb to his lip, putting space between us, and pretending he’s interested in everything else the store sells.

“If it’s poor form to wear the guy’s winery tee to his house, what would happen if I brought wine?” Isaiah selects a few bottles at random and puts them by the register.

“Uncle Cris would definitely think you are working an angle there.”

My granddaddy’s passing made my Uncle Cris the majority share owner in Kingsbrier’s vineyards. The quintuplets control the remainder as a legacy trust that includes the inn and the estate-owned land.

“I guess these are all my souvenirs then. Put the shirt and everything else on my tab, along with the cost of my room last night.” He drops a few sundry items next to the wine.

“You didn’t even sleep in your room last night.”

With a smirk, Isaiah places a finger over his lips and points to the camera. “Gatlin and I agreed to an overnight. I wouldn’t want to take advantage.”

“Of who?” I round the counter to scribble the items we’re taking along with us on a notepad.

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