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“You locked your door?” he asked.
“Yeah, don’t you always lock your car door?” My finger slipped as I pressed on the unlock button. Instead of the lock clicking open, the alarm pierced through the quietness of the night. Would I ever stop making a fool out of myself around this man?
“I can’t remember the last time I locked a door, except for the door to the distillery.” Cole cleared his throat. “Hey, I was wondering if you’re planning on sticking around this weekend? If so, would you be up for going on a drive with me? There’s something I’d love to show you.”
“What do you have in mind?” I tilted my head, studying his features. The Roman nose, the sculpted jaw, the eyes that pulled at something deep down inside my soul.
“Something that will hopefully give you an idea of why the history of Devil’s Dance is so important. Not just to me, but to everyone at the distillery, whether they realize it or not.”
Could he be any more vague? Despite the lack of details, I was intrigued. “How long do you think it would take? Maybe we could go tomorrow afternoon and I could leave for home on Saturday morning instead.”
“Shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours.” Cole steepled his fingers under his chin. “Though it’s supposed to rain tomorrow. Might make it a little tricky getting to where we’re going and back.”
“You mean to tell me a guy who drives a truck like yours is afraid to put it into four-wheel drive?” I wasn’t sure where that comment came from. Maybe it was the fear that this might be my last chance to spend a little time with him before the Stewarts crashed back onto the scene. Or maybe it was my need to find the heart of his story. The more I learned about the distillery, the more I recognized that the history was an integral part. Incorporating pieces of that into the plan I was creating for Davis would only make it better.
“I suppose we can go for it if you’re sure you don’t mind getting a little wet.” The way he said it, I knew it was a call back to the time we’d spent together in the past. A shiver raced down my arms, pebbling my skin at the implication.
“I don’t mind getting wet as long as you don’t think it will be too hard.” Two could play at the dangerous game he’d started.
One edge of his mouth quirked up. “Let’s go for it then. I’ll leave the office around three and swing by Jessie Jay’s to pick up something we can take with us for dinner. I can stop back by the office to get you on the way out of town. Sound good?”
That sounded absolutely delightful, but I’d be damned before I told him that. “Sure, I think I can tolerate you for a few hours.”
Cole tapped his fist on the roof of my car. “Oh, one more thing. Make sure you dress warm.”
My body temperature had already heated a few degrees at the thought of going somewhere with him alone. “Sounds like a plan.”
He started walking away, but turned after he’d crossed the driveway. “Oh, and Danica?”
My heart dove into my stomach. “Yes?”
“Plan on getting very wet.”
Author bio:
USA Today bestselling author Dylann Crush writes contemporary romance with sizzle, sass, heart and humor. A true romantic, she loves her heroines spunky and her heroes super sexy. When she’s not dreaming up steamy storylines, she can be found sipping a margarita and searching for the best Tex-Mex food in the Upper Midwest.
Dylann co-hosts Romance Happy Hour (https://www.romancehappyhour.com/) with live episodes every 2nd and 4th Thursday of each month and is a founding member of the Romance Chicks group where authors and romance readers can connect.
Although she grew up in Texas, she currently lives in a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul with her unflappable husband, three energetic kids, a clumsy Great Dane, a lovable rescue mutt, and a very chill cat. She loves to connect with readers, other authors and fans of tequila. You can find her at www.dylanncrush.com.
A generations-old family feud might ruin a couple’s last chance at love…and tear apart the oldest whiskey distillery in Tennessee in the process.
Danica:
I need a win. My scumbag ex-boss is trying to drag my reputation through the mud. If I can land my first client, I might be able to get my marketing business off the ground. But when I show up for my first meeting with the owners of a distillery, the gorgeous guy at the end of the table looks an awful lot like the one-night stand I ghosted. So I do what any hot mess in heels would do… pretend like we’ve never met.
Cole:
The Hatfields and McCoys have nothing on the feud my family’s got going. We’ve been fighting with the Stewarts longer than anyone in Beaver Bluff can remember. Which sucks since we happen to co-own the largest whiskey distillery in Tennessee. Now they’ve brought in a marketing consultant to switch things up. If I can’t fight my attraction to the woman with curves like a back mountain road, she could ruin me.
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USA Today bestselling author Dylann Crush writes contemporary romance with sizzle, sass, heart and humor. A true romantic, she loves her heroines spunky and her heroes super sexy. When she’s not dreaming up steamy storylines, she can be found sipping a margarita and searching for the best Tex-Mex food in the Upper Midwest.
Dylann co-hosts Romance Happy Hour (https://www.romancehappyhour.com/) with live episodes every 2nd and 4th Thursday of each month and is a founding member of the Romance Chicks group where authors and romance readers can connect.
Although she grew up in Texas, she currently lives in a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul with her unflappable husband, three energetic kids, a clumsy Great Dane, a lovable rescue mutt, and a very chill cat. She loves to connect with readers, other authors and fans of tequila. You can find her at www.dylanncrush.com.
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