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was interesting, I was definitely going to have to come back to that
later and what it really meant and if it really meant what I hoped it
really meant—but at my words, his gaze jolted back up at me.
His eyes widened. “You really think so?”
    “Hunter,” I said, my words
spilling from my mouth before I had a chance to organize them, “this
thing I am drinking right now. It tastes like a beer and bourbon got
married and had a beautiful baby, who married an apple and flew a
caramel chariot all the way to heaven. It is amazing. It is so
amazing that you could sell it with the crappiest ad campaign in the
world, but with me doing it, you’re solid gold.”
    That last bit made him grin, and I
watched, an answering grin on my face, as I saw the excitement slowly
win out over the trepidation on his. Then he squeezed my hand back.
“All right. Let’s do this!”

 

SIX
     
    “Aaaaand he’s back!”
Martha gave a whoop of approval, and clutched at a string of
imaginary pearls, pretending to swoon.
    I just couldn’t stop staring.
    We were back at the estate library, and
Hunter had just emerged from the shower looking like his old hot
self, which was to say, a Greek god that had been hitting the gym
lately. His wet hair was tousled and tumbled over his ears,
practically begging me to run my fingers through it. His smooth,
freshly shaved cheeks demanded the same. His golden eyes glinted with
fire.
    His skin was still slightly wet, and
his clothing clung in all the right places.
    He smirked, leaning back against the
bookcase. “Ladies. Contain yourselves.”
    I blushed, started shuffling papers on
the desk. “Stop parading around like a cologne ad model and
join us, then. Martha and I have practically already figured your
business plan out for you, so this is your last chance to make a real
contribution.”
    Hunter raised an eyebrow. “Besides
brewing it?” he snarked, still smirking.
    I smirked right back at him. “Details,
details.”
    “So, if you two are done
flirting—” Martha started.
    We both jerked back from each other,
only just realizing that our hands had been nearly touching.
    Funny how that kept happening.
    Martha went on, barely pausing to roll
her eyes at us: “Here’s the deal. There’s that big
liquor expo in two weeks, you know, the one in Martinville? All the
brands introduce their new products, give out samples, do deals, all
that chummy shit.”
    “Yes, I know about the big liquor
expo in Martinville,” Hunter said mildly. “I have
actually spent a little bit of time in the liquor industry.”
    Martha gave him a friendly punch on the
arm. “Yeah, but the real question is, were you paying any
attention all the time you were in it? ‘Cause if you were then
we wouldn’t have to tell you that this is the perfect place to
debut your new drink.”
    Alarm flashed over Hunter’s face.
“Wait a minute,” he protested, holding up his hands. “I’m
still in prototype. There’s no way I’ll have a product
ready. I don’t even have a factory set up! The investment we’d
need for just a small batch run, it’s huge, and we don’t
even know if—”
    I patted his hand reassuringly.
“Hunter, no one’s saying that you need to found an entire
new liquor empire in a week. We don’t even need a factory. We
just need a sample: some liquor for tasting and a mock-up of the
packaging to show the industry you’re back in the game. We
don’t even have to start from scratch—since Chuck passed
on the original deal I had with Knox Liquors, I can rework all the
visuals from the first campaign I developed.”
    “And you know those visuals will
knock them right over the head,” Martha put in. “They’re
gonna be so wowed they won’t be able to see straight.”
    Hunter smiled, but his brow was still
furrowed. “Well, if you’re sure that will work…?”
    “I am sure,” I said firmly.
“Obviously, we’ll need to hammer out all the details
before we go signing up for a booth or