I smiled. “My mistake.”
“Come on,” he grumbled, pulling up two stools. “I’ll show you how to pick a good wine.”
Before I was allowed to take a sip, Adam divulged into his vast knowledge of the region, the grapes, and the process, all while swirling his glass in circles to examine the residue dripping down the sides. It was long, and I was thirsty, and he was lucky he was so pretty, because anyone else would’ve lulled me to sleep by now.
He took a sip, swished it around his mouth, and finally swallowed. “And that’s how you can tell a good wine.”
I held onto a straight face until laughter burst from my lips.
“What?” Adam narrowed his gaze.
“Seriously? You sound like a complete douche.”
His mouth fell open.
“You want to know howIcan tell a good wine?” I lifted the wine to my mouth and tipped it in. I was about to swallow when the glorious flavor hit my tastebuds. “Oh, wow. That’s actually pretty fucking amazing.”
Adam shook his head with a smile. “Like I said, it’s a good year.”
I took another sip of the heavenly liquid. “So, what does your year taste like?” I asked before my head caught up with my mouth. My eyes bulged.
His deep chuckle stirred something below. “We’ll open that another time.”
I cleared my throat and looked away, suddenly fascinated by the walls of wine while I enjoyed the rest of the glass. I occasionally peeked back and found his gaze had migrated south. He was clearly still fascinated by my breasts, and by the two small rises of my top, my nipples were fascinated by him. I needed to distract us both. “I met your brother and sister-in-law last weekend.” I grinned. “And your gorgeous nephew.”
Adam refilled his glass, then mine. “I haven’t seen them since Harrison was born.”
“What?” I gasped. “Why?”
“I live in LA, they live in Manhattan, and we both run multi-million-dollar companies—wait.” He sniggered. “That’s Gray. I run a multi-billion-dollar company.”
“Surely you can take some time off,” I said, ignoring his declaration of wealth. “What’s the point of all the money if you can’t find time to enjoy it?”
He folded his arms and leaned back on his stool. “I enjoy making money.”
“More than spending time with loved ones?”
His eyes narrowed. “Did Grampa ask you to talk to me?”
“No,” I said, screwing up my nose.
He lifted a brow. “Josie?”
“No.”
He shook his head. “Look…I’m a busy man. I have more responsibility now than ever before, and I don’t need anyone in this family making me feel guilty about where my time is spent.”
“Do you feel guilty?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No, you didn’t.”But I felt it.
He lifted his glass and let the wine slide down his throat. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“On the alternate weekend to your brother.”
“So? I don’t want to overcrowd Grampa.”