Page 38 of Taken With You
She bit back a disappointed moan as he pulled out the phone, too late. The ringing ended as the caller was diverted to voicemail.
He pulled a face as he glimpsed the caller ID. “I have to call this guy back.”
She said, “Right now?”
“Soon. It’s my CFO.” He turned eyes full of regret to her. “We’ll have to continue this later, Amanda.”
“I’ll be waiting right here.” She startled. “Wait. What time is it?”
“Ah,” he said in the middle of typing a text. “It took fifteen minutes.”
“What?”
“For you to remember that work is waiting for you.”
Guilty as charged. Vintners didn’t take weekends off during crush. She still had fermentation readings to make and thank-you emails to send after last night’s gala.
“It’s nine o’clock, since you asked.” He tucked the phone back into his pocket. “Next time, I’m going to make love to you so hard that you’ll forget for a good half hour.”
Her thighs squeezed. “Promises, promises.”
“In the meantime, don’t worry about being late to the cellar,” he added. “I’ve already spoken to Maggie. I saw her VW Beetle pull up in front of the winery this morning, so I phoned down to tell her we both got back late from the gala, and you were sleeping in.”
“Oh. Right. She agreed to cover for me.”
“Should I not have spoken to her?” He rested his muscle-knotted forearms on his thighs. “Maggie did sound suspicious on the phone.”
“Doesn’t matter. I won’t be able to keep this from her anyway.”
He tilted his head. “You trust her, right?”
“Absolutely.” Mags was probably losing her mind with curiosity. “She’s my best friend.” And boy, Mags was going toflipwhen she heard how Amanda had spent the night.
He rose to his feet, his brows coming together. “So I assume this wasn’t planned.”
“What, Maggie coming over? Yes, it was planned, I took to heart your request to delegate—”
“I’m not talking about Maggie’s shift, Amanda.”
She paused, trying to interpret Garrick’s oddly intense, questioning look.
“I’m talking about you and me,” he said. “Sealing the deal last night with your sexy consent. I’m curious. When did you decide?”
For a few seconds she debated whether to be coy or just lay herself out there. But she’d never been very good at coyness. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Garrick. But it wasn’t until after the gala that I…stopped fighting it.
That slow, sexy grin. Full of amused, cock-sure pride.
She melted a little more.
“Later,” he said, “I’ll sacrifice a fatted calf in thanks to the gods.”
“Does that mean you’ll make me dinner?”
“Absolutely.”
Really, it was she who should be making dinner for him. All she’d done last night was lie back and enjoy Garrick’s impressive skills.
His phone rang again, lighting up in his pocket.
