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back from him and he grinned.
    “All I wanted was a taste so I’d know what you were drinking. Vodka on the rocks. Interesting. Again, why did you do it?”
    “He was cheating on me.” I smiled.
    “Why on earth would anyone cheat on someone as beautiful as you?”
    Don’t. Don’t. Don’t fall for it. He’s a player.
    “Apparently, he’s into redheads.” I arched my brow.
    “What a shame and what a fool.”
    “Are you here alone?” I asked.
    “No. I’m with that woman over there.” He pointed to a few tables over. “We just were seated and I glanced over and saw you sitting here alone. I thought I’d stop over and say hi since we already knew each other.” His grin widened.
    Nice. Another typical asshole.
    “We don’t know each other. We exchanged a few words and that was it.”
    “What’s your name?” he asked.
    “Lucy Collins.” I smiled. That was my go-to name when I didn’t feel comfortable giving a guy my real name if I suspected he was a creeper or just an asshole.
    “Well, it was nice to meet you, Lucy.” He got up from the booth.
    “Excuse me. Aren’t you going to tell me your name?”
    “No.” He smiled as he walked away.
    I watched him as he took a seat at his table. Jerk . Sighing, I threw down some cash and headed home. Tomorrow was my first day at Winslow Wines and I needed to make sure I was well rested.
    ****
    Nathan
    Sitting at my desk, I yelled for my assistant, Kylie, to come into my office.
    “Yes, Nathan?”
    “I want you to find out everything you can about a woman named Lucy Collins. I want an address, phone number, place of employment, etc.”
    “I’ll get right on it.”
    I was up all night thinking about her. Our small conversation and the way her smile made my cock twitch. Her long blonde hair and the baby blue eyes that twinkled when she looked at me. She remembered me the minute I sat down, yet she played it off as if she didn’t. She was feisty. Someone I was up for taming. One night with that beautiful woman and I’d have her in the palm of my hand.
    “Hey, Nathan,” my right hand and best friend, Will, spoke as he stepped into my office.
    “What’s up?”
    “Christopher Winslow passed away a few days ago and word is that his company is in real trouble.”
    “Trouble how?”
    “In debt up the ass, problems with the vineyards, low inventory and, from what I hear, vendors are threatening to cancel their accounts.”
    “Hmm. Who’s taking over the company? Or are they closing their doors?” I leaned back in my chair.
    “I don’t know. But what I do know is that a takeover is probably the best thing.” He smirked.
    “Do some more research. Get the numbers and we’ll meet. I’ve always wanted to dabble in the wine business.”
    “On it.” He began to walk out. “By the way, I ran into Lindsey last night. She told me to tell you that you are a no good, lousy piece of shit cocksucker and she hates you.”
    I shrugged. “What else is new?”
    Just as he walked out, Kylie walked in.
    “Here’s what I could find on Lucy Collins.” She handed me a printout.
    “This birthdate puts her at forty-five years old. She isn’t forty-five and it says here she’s married. She’s not married.”
    “Sorry, Nathan. That’s the only Lucy Collins living in Los Angeles.”
    I sighed. “Thank you.”
    A smile crossed my face as I sat there shaking my head. She lied to me about her name. Fuck, she just became a whole lot hotter.

Chapter 7
    Fiona
     
    I took a seat in the chair behind the desk that my father had sat at for almost twenty-five years. Flashbacks of my childhood began to surface when I would come with him to the office sometimes after school or on Saturday afternoons.
    “Are you all settled?” Uncle Robbie walked in, pulling me back from the past.
    “Yeah.” I smiled. “I think I am. I was just remembering all the times I would come here as a kid.”
    “Doesn’t seem all that long ago. Listen, Fiona, did your father ever talk to you