“This is what you want?” I asked her.
She looked at me, her eyes wandering over my face.
“This is what I want.”
I nodded my head and stood to leave without saying a word.
She reached out and grabbed my hand. My full attention was on her.
“Weston?”
“Yeah, Quinn?”
“You owe me a fucking book.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness.
How did this woman expect me to stay away when she was so damn perfect?
CHAPTERSEVEN
QUINN
“I cannot believethe audacity of my father to invite that woman.” Lucy said in between chewing her baby carrots.
“Looks like he’s doing what he can to keep expanding his empire,” I said, not looking up from my phone.
I was working on inventory orders for Dahlia’s and doing my best not to feel anything about Weston escorting his father’s friend.
“Ugh. It’s just so annoying. I mean, of course, he’d invite the heiress of one of the wealthiest media moguls to join us on a family trip. It’s all about the attention for him.” Lucy snapped off a bite of carrot.
Together, we watched as yet another paparazzi popped out of nowhere and took more photos of the statuesque beauty, Sarah Hensley, with her arm intertwined with Weston’s.
She was of Swedish descent and had bronzed skin, nearly black hair, and piercing blue eyes. To say she was stunning was an understatement. She instantly caught the attention of the entire room.
We were waiting on the vineyard’s tour guide to arrive to show us the grounds of one the most beautifully recognized wineries in Northern California.
While we waited, it took one short conversation with Sarah for me to realize that Dominic Myles had invited her to get Weston’s attention off of me.
“Oh, Mr. Myles,” she said with a faint Swedish accent. “It’s such an honor to be here with your family for such a special occasion. Father and mother both send their regards.”
Weston, being Weston, leaned in close to her ear and whispered something inaudible.
“Oh, Weston!” She giggled and slapped him on the forearm playfully.
Apparently, they were on a first-name basis already. Not that it mattered to me. I didn’t care. There was no point in caring. I didn’t realize I was staring at the two of them until his whiskey eyes locked with mine.
I fumbled with my phone in a panic and dropped it on the cobblestone path near the fountain Lucy and I were sitting on.
A hand reached down just as I bent to pick it up. A man looked up at me with a bright smile and two dimples that instantly warmed me.
He handed me the phone.
“Sorry, I’m late.” The gorgeous stranger said out loud. He had adorable blue-grey eyes peering from under the rim of a black cowboy hat that begged me to look at him.
“If I would’ve known such a beautiful bride was waiting, I would’ve left the escaped horses to run free,” he whispered only to me.
I blushed.