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bottle of water from the table. “Can’t let you drink the whites without a clean glass.” He swirled water in the bowl and tossed it on the ground. “Much better.” He handed it back to her, then took the bottle from Jamie to pour it himself.
    As with the red, she swirled the liquid in her glass. She sniffed and picked up pear, lemongrass, and spearmint. When she tasted it, the flavors of starfruit and apricot danced across her tongue. She savored the swallow and took another. It was an incredibly refreshing wine for a hot summer night. “This is outstanding.”
    Hayden grinned. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”
    A voice interrupted them from the other side of the table. “Hey, Hayden, I hear you’re pouring the best pinot gris in the place.”
    “Excuse me.” Hayden gave her a warm smile before taking off around the table.
    “This is a great night for him,” Cameron said, proud of his friend and proud of West Arch.
    Jamie raised his glass in a toast. “It’s a great night for all of us.”
    Luke lifted his too. “That it is.”
    The three brothers tapped their glasses together, and Cameron looked at Brooke. He nodded toward her glass, and, mesmerized by his stare, she joined in.
    “To West Arch,” Cameron said. “And making new friends.”
    Friends? Yeah, okay, she could do that. But nothing more.
    “On to the chardonnay?” he asked her.
    “Definitely.” He found a bottle on the table, and she finished her pinot gris to make room for the chardonnay.
    He gave her a healthy pour. “We have plenty of this. It’s still a bit young, but I think it’ll be pretty damn special in about six months.”
    She tasted it and agreed with him. “Don’t hate me, but I like the pinot gris more. That’s a personal preference, though. Chardonnay has never been a favorite of mine.”
    “Me neither, actually.” He lowered his voice. “I have a secret love for off-dry Riesling. I convinced Luke and Hayden to plant some last summer.”
    She liked Riesling too and proceeded to take him down a rathole of her favorite producers. She blushed as she realized she’d been talking for a few minutes without a break. “Sorry, I’m kind of passionate about wine.”
    “I like that—wine and passion are two of my favorite things.”
    She stared into his green eyes, fringed with ridiculously long, dark lashes, and thought she could dive right into their depths and never come up for air. Damn, that was even cheesier than her thought about their smiling. Then again, she’d already had a few glasses of wine since they’d arrived.  
    Wine. That was why she was here. Not to flirt with a guy with a horrible reputation. “Well, thanks for the wine. I appreciate you introducing me to it.”
    “It was my pleasure. Is there anything else you want to taste? I know a bunch of folks.”
    She tried not to laugh. “Um, I do too. Anyway, I should let you get to your adoring fans. You guys are attracting quite a buzz and rightly so.”
    She started to turn, but he touched her arm and moved closer. His scent was all around her, and he was near enough that she could feel his warmth. Her body instinctively gravitated toward him, but she willed herself not to bend. Not with Cameron Westcott. Hell, not with anyone. Ugh, her friends were right—she needed to get back out there. Except she wasn’t sure she knew how.
    “Stay with me. It’ll be fun.” His voice was low. Seductive. Dangerous. “Later we can cozy up by the bonfire.”
    Oh, he was good. And Jana was right about his fuckability factor—off the freaking charts. Her heart had sped up, and the sound of it beating seemed to flood her ears. This wasn’t good. She wasn’t ready. Not for this. Definitely not for him. “No, I think it’s best if we say good night. Thanks for the wine.”
    His brow furrowed, but he let his fingers slip away from her arm. She felt a tinge of loss but vowed she wouldn’t regret this.  
    “Can I call you?”
    Damn, he was persistent. But she