Page 89 of One Week Wingman

“You don’t mean that,” I try to talk over him. “It’s just nostalgia talking! And the beer! How about we go find the others, and get you some coffee, and—”

He lunges in and kisses me.

Oh hell no.

Jason’s mouth is wet and sloppy, and I struggle to escape his passionate embrace. “Mmnughhh!” I sound in protest, shoving against him, but he seems determined to stick his tongue in my mouth, slobber and all. “GMNURGH!”

I manage to get both my hands on his chest and push him. Hard. He stumbles back.

Eww!

“Are you serious?” I catch my breath, about to unleash the mother of all dressings down, when a loud wail interrupts us.

I spin around. Daisy is standing there on the terrace, her face stricken.

Shit.

“Daisy—” I start, about to explain, but she shakes her head.

“No!” she cries, tears already running down her cheeks. “I can’t believe you’d do this to me! And you!” she adds, stabbing a sparkle-tipped finger at Jason. “You bastard!”

Jason hangs his head, but of course, has nothing useful to say. Like how this is all his fault, and not some steamy illicit tryst.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I tell Daisy, approaching her. “Nothing’s going on!”

“You were kissing him!” she wails louder, then turns on her heel and flees.

I hurry after her. “Daisy, wait up!” I call, following her inside. The main lodge hallway has some party stragglers and catering staff, and everyone turns to look as I chase Daisy down the terracotta tile. “Daisy, just listen.Hewas kissingme!”

“Why would he do that?” she whirls back to face me, mascara running tracks down her face.

“I don’t know! It came out of nowhere! One minute we’re talking, and the next, boom! He’s sticking his tongue down my throat!”

But Daisy isn’t listening. Her sobs are reaching high decibels, echoing in the hall so loud that she’s drowning out the music. “You’re my sister!” she wails. “I trusted you!”

“Please, calm down!”

“You couldn’t bear it, could you?” she demands. “Seeing how happy we were. Seeing me have something you don’t! You couldn’t stand that he picked me! You had to ruin it.”

“That’s not what happened here, Daisy—”

I don’t get to finish because she rushes off again. This time, I don’t follow. I sink back against the wall and sigh.

Way to go Jason, fucking things up for the King family all over again.

“You and Jason, huh?”

Sebastian’s voice comes, and when I turn, he’s standing at the end of the hallway with his hands in his pockets, and a weirdly tense expression on his face.

“No,” I sigh. “Just Jason. I had nothing to do with this mess.”

“Doesn’t look that way to Daisy.”

Annoyance flares, hot in my chest. “Well, she didn’t see the part where he lunged at me out of nowhere, and how I nearly pushed him off the terrace trying to get away from his grabby paws.” I straighten up, done with all his charming bullshit. “And even if I had stripped naked and gotten down and dirty right there in the vineyard, you’re not exactly in a position to judge me, are you now?”

Sebastian frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your sexy plans, once we’re back in the city.”

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