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she knew that, based on the way he made her feel distinctly female, he was anything but ordinary. Light brown hair lay shaggy over his forehead, as though he had forgotten to comb it, but it added a charm to his face that might have been otherwise lost under the pure maleness of him.

      She took a moment to compose herself, and then she smiled at him.

      Because she was a professional and he was a client.

      And because she needed to prove that the effect he’d had on her when they’d first met had been a fluke.

      ‘Thanks. All a part of the job.’

      ‘Consoling teenage girls is a part of your job?’

      The smile came more naturally now. ‘When the teenage girl is the headline act at my event, yes.’

      He shoved his hands into his pockets and the action drew her attention to the muscles under the black T-shirt he wore. Heaven help her, but she actually thought about running her hands over them before she could stop herself.

      ‘It looks great.’

      She blinked, and then realised that he was talking about the event. She nodded, and then peeked out of the tent to where people were beginning to fill the seats of the amphitheatre.

      ‘It’s come along nicely.’ She noted that the wine stalls were already busy, and she could smell the waft of food from the food vendors. ‘You should pat yourself on the back. It was your idea after all.’

      She glanced back at him, saw the slow, sexy smile spread on his face, and thought that she needed to get away from him as she had almost fanned herself.

      ‘It may have been my idea to host the event here at the vineyard, but I could never have arranged a concert and a movie screening in one night.’

      ‘It pulls in fans for the concert and romantics for the movie,’ she said, as she had to Greg Thomas so many times before. ‘Who can resist either of those events—or any event, really—under the stars, with delicious Thomas Vineyard wines on tap, on the most romantic day of the year?’

      His eyes sparkled, as though her words had given him some kind of idea, and then he smiled at her. A full smile that was more impactful than a thousand of his slow, sexy ones.

      ‘I need to check everything one more time. If you’ll excuse me?’

      Jordan nodded, and then said, ‘I’ll find you later.’

      She frowned as she walked away, wondering what on earth he’d meant by that.

      * * *

      When the movie was about ten minutes in, she found out.

      He had come to her and claimed that there was a problem with the wine delivery for those who had pre-ordered boxes to take home with them. Like a fool she had followed him, her mind racing to a million different ways of solving the problem. Only when he led her through a gate past the Thomas house did it occur to her that there might not be an emergency.

      ‘What is this?’ she asked quietly, even though they were far enough away from the guests that no one would hear her.

      ‘It’s a picnic. Under the stars.’

      A part of her melted at that—the pure romance of it made her feel as giddy as a girl on her first date. But it didn’t change the way her heart raced in panic as she took in the scene in front of her.

      A blanket was spread out overlooking the vineyard, and in the moonlight she could see the shadow of the mountains. For a brief moment she wondered what it would look like during the day, with its colours and its magnitude and the welcoming silence.

      She shook her head and looked at what was spread on the blanket. A bottle of wine—she couldn’t read the label, though she thought she saw the Thomas Vineyard crest—cooled in an ice bucket with two glasses next to it. A variety of the foods that she hadn’t had time to taste accompanied the wine.

      Although she really didn’t want to, she found herself softening even more, her heart racing now for completely different reasons than a man expressing interest in her.

      ‘Are you going to stay or run?’

      She looked up at him, and though his words sounded playful, his expression told her otherwise.

      ‘Are those my only two options?’

      ‘I could offer you another.’

      She saw the change in his eyes and her body heated.

      ‘What would you do if I ran?’ she asked, hoping to distract him.

      ‘I’d run with you.’

      She resisted the urge to smile at his charm, and wondered why someone like Jordan Thomas would be interested in her? First, she was his employee. And second, she didn’t have much to offer him. What could a woman with no family and no foundation offer a man like Jordan Thomas of the Thomas Vineyard?

      Still, she found herself saying, ‘Pour me a glass of wine, Jordan.’

      He handed her a glass with a smile that had her shaking her head.

      ‘You don’t agree with my methods?’

      ‘You mean lying to get me to share a drink with you?’

      ‘Yes.’ He grinned. ‘But you can’t tell me this isn’t a welcome change to having to run around all day?’

      ‘No, I can’t.’ She sighed, and took a sip from her wine. ‘Drinking wine after a long day with a handsome man should be the only way to unwind.’

      She didn’t realise what she’d said until she saw him smiling at her, and then she blushed furiously.

      Where had that come from?

      ‘I didn’t mean—’

      ‘To tell me I’m handsome?’

      She set her wine down. ‘Yes. It’s been a long day.’

      ‘So I could ask you anything now and you would answer it?’

      ‘Maybe,’ she said softly, caught by the expression in his eyes.

      And then she wondered who this person who was flirting with this gorgeous man was. Because surely it couldn’t be tame, safe Mila. How often had she heard those comments from boys she had dated? From her foster siblings, who’d had no interest in hanging out with a girl who couldn’t bring herself to try drugs or go out drinking every night, no matter how desperately she’d wanted to be liked?

      She closed her eyes at the pain, and picked up her wine glass again. It must have been the stress of the event that had her thinking about a past she’d thought she’d left behind.

      But before she could drink her wine, Jordan took the glass out of her hand and she froze.

      ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ he asked her, and she realised he was a lot closer than he’d been a few moments ago. Her throat dried at the woodsy smell that filled her senses, and suddenly she wished she hadn’t flirted with him.

      ‘No,’ she answered quickly, her breathing becoming more heavy than she thought could be healthy.

      ‘Good. That makes this much easier.’

      ‘What are you talking about?’ She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and knew she should be worried that the realisation only caused the slightest bit of alarm in her.

      ‘Us.’ He pulled the clip out of her hair so that it fell to her shoulders. ‘I’m glad you won’t have to break another man’s heart so that we can be together.’

      ‘That’s presumptuous of you,’ she replied, though for the life of her, she couldn’t think of one reason why that was a problem. Even when he had her speaking her mind without the filter she usually employed with every word.

      He didn’t respond immediately, and she wondered if she’d said something wrong.

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