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He finally found the Pinot Noir section, only to realize there were probably a hundred different brands. How the fuck was he supposed to choose something?
Spotting a placard that read in bold letters “Associate Kimberly’s recommendation” next to a medium-priced selection, he grabbed a bottle and started to walk away, then turned around and grabbed one more.
Just in case.
Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.
That seemed to be his motto these days. But just once he’d like to need something and have it.
Although, it wasn’t like he didn’t have plenty of bottles sitting in a rack at his house. Wine had been the housewarming gift of choice amongst his friends, and since Liam preferred gin when he drank, which wasn’t that often, the bottles sat undrunk in his bar.
But he hadn’t been sure if he had what she liked, thus the reason for the stop. He hoped he’d made a good choice.
He could imagine what her wine-stained lips would look like wrapped around his cock. His fingers entwined in her hair as he guided her mouth up and—
“Are you a Warehouse Club member?”
He blinked rapidly at the girl in the red smock at the cash register.
“I’m sorry?”
“Are you a Warehouse Club member?”
Since he had no idea what the fuck that even meant, he was going to go with, “No.”
“Would you like to sign up? You’d save eight dollars today plus you’d get ten percent off all future purchases.”
“I’m all set, thanks.”
The girl bagged the bottles while he ran his credit card through the machine. Once he saw the word “Approved,” he grabbed the wine and made his way to the door, not giving a shit about the receipt.
Liam purposefully slowed his stride back to the car instead of breaking out into the jog that he wanted to.
He handed her the bags when he slid into the driver’s side.
Utah looked at him with a quirked brow. “Two bottles?”
“You never know… we might spill it or something. Then where we would we be? Eating pasta without red wine. Is that even allowed?”
Her smile split her beautiful face. “You’re right, that would be tragic.”
“And if we end up opening the second bottle just because we want to, no one needs to know.”
She ran her fingers along his forearm and purred, “Yes, it’s nobody else’s business what we do.”
Liam loved the feeling of her hand on him.
He slipped the car into drive and murmured, “I think you and I are going to get along just fine, little honeybee.”
Chapter Four
Utah
She unpacked the large brown paper bag with the La Trattoria logo while Liam brought in the purchases he’d made for Phoebe.
Utah heard the faint squeak of a toy, as if it were coming from the laundry room, then Liam walked through the kitchen carrying a dog bed with Phoebe hot on his heels, and a fuzzy toy designed to look like the puppet Lamb Chop hanging from the dog’s mouth.
He set the soft, plush bed on the floor in the family room off the kitchen. The second it hit the floor, the cocker spaniel was in it and rolling around.
