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then tilted his head toward the wine he had just poured. The small bit of growth on his face couldn’t hide his subtle dimples when he grinned. He was undeniably handsome with his chiseled jawline, but there was also something really adorable about him. He still had a hint of baby face hidden in his rugged good looks.
    I reached for the glass. “That’s our 2009 Estate Pinot Noir, the big award winner.” He watched me as I took a sip. When his gaze moved to my mouth, I noticed a tiny smirk play on his lips. “What do you think?”
    “It’s amazing, totally decadent and vibrant.” He began nodding and smiling, seemingly thrilled at my satisfaction. “The acidity is perfectly balanced and it has such a full, earthy finish. It’s really fantastic.” He was watching my mouth again.
    “I thought you would like it,” he said softly.
    The brief moment was intense. It seemed like it would have felt completely normal to lean over and kiss him as a way of thanking him for the wine. I had to do something quick.
    “R.J. hit on me like twenty times during the interview. I wish I liked him more because this place is wonderful and this wine is absolutely divine.” That definitely shattered the moment.
    Jamie’s eyes went wide and the muscle in his jaw flexed. “He hit on you?”
    “Yeah, big time.”
    “You’re kidding.”
    “Nope.”
    “God, what an ass.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Did you tell Susan?”
    “I think she heard him, but anyway, what good would that do?”
    “Well, she might be able to straighten him out.” He was wearing a slightly penitent smile but I couldn’t understand why. “I’m really sorry he treated you that way.”
    “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault.”
    He nodded slowly but seemed unconvinced. “What else did you talk about in the interview?” Jamie’s eyebrows were pinched together and his lips were completely flat. I wasn’t quite sure how to answer him. “Did he mention how hard we work here to make this place completely sustainable?”
    “Yes, he did,” I said immediately and smiled.
    He nodded. “Good, that’s good.”
    “He just didn’t tell me much about his personal life. I was trying to find out about the organization in Africa.”
    “The organization is great. It’s really grown over the last eight years, and it does a lot of good for people, especially children all over Africa.”
    “I guess R.J. might not be so bad after all.” I reached for my glass and took the final sip of wine.
    “Let’s move on. What can I give you next—something deeper, more full-bodied?” Somehow I forgot that Jamie was talking about wine. He was leaning forward with his forearms resting on the bar. He looked me right in the eyes so intensely that it felt like he was looking inside of me.
    “Huh?” Now I was watching his mouth. He smirked very slightly.
    “What would you like to taste next, Katy?”
    “Uh, what?” My voice got really high.
    “The wine, Katy. The wine,” he said, chuckling.
    “Oh, right! Um, actually I’m famished, I think I really need to get to my room and settle in. I should get a bite before I have any more wine, otherwise you’ll have to carry me out of this place.”
    “I wouldn’t mind,” he said. At that point R.J. had returned quietly and sat at the bar to finish his glass.
    “Would you like me to walk you to your room? Or maybe you can use those investigative reporter skills to find it on your own?” He really was a smug bastard.
    Before I could respond, Jamie chimed in, “Susan said she’d walk her up.”
    “Well then, I must be going. Kate, I guess we have to give this another shot when I’m back in town on Thursday, although I don’t think either one of us is too thrilled about that.” He turned without addressing Jamie and headed toward the door.
    I couldn’t hold back, and once he was out of earshot, I let out the sigh I had been holding back. “What a total jackass.”
    Jamie nodded and then reached over and grabbed my