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“Don’t worry. I’ll find out every detail.”
“Always the womanizer,” I teased, a heavy burden lifted off my shoulders. Our banter was just like it had been so long ago. “Now, I have a question for you.”
“Well, shoot.”
“Did you slide death threats under my office door?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? You and I had our differences, but I would never do something so egregious. What the hell haven’t you told me?”
When his eyes opened wide, I knew the answer and it was one I wasn’t certain I could stand. However, at least my instincts had been right.
After a few seconds, I squeezed the edge of the table. “Then you and I need to make some plans. It’s time to eliminate our family’s enemy.”
“I agree,” Jackson snarled. “Whatever you need me to do, just ask. I do mean anything.”
I took a deep breath, contemplating the next steps. One thing was certain. Keeping the winery moving forward was necessary. I couldn’t wait to see what Aspen could do.
CHAPTER15
Aspen
Ten days later
Ten days had passed since the horrific fire. I hadn’t been able to see what little was left of the Kingstons’ property, but I’d heard there’d been next to nothing with the exception of a single small vineyard. At least the family had accepted the offer, taking one of the vacation villas for an extended period of time. I’d learned that Montgomery was helping the family in every way he could. He’d seemed entirely different since that night.
He also had something up his sleeve, the need for revenge remaining in the forefront of his mind. I was almost shocked that he’d simply gone back to work. But I knew he had something planned. That scared me more than I wanted to admit. From what I’d been able to tell, there’d been no other incidents, everything within the winery running smoothly.
Too smoothly.
I felt as if the shoe was going to drop any day. Or worse. The thought had left me sick inside since the crash.
Sighing, I tossed my phone after staring at the screen for almost a full two minutes, waiting for the damn thing to ring. I wanted everything to be perfect for the new ad campaign, but I was beginning to doubt that a portion of my attempts were going to come to fruition. I stared out the window, trying to make a plan B.
“You’re a workaholic.”
I purred as soon as I heard the strange yet ultra-sexy lilt in Montgomery’s voice. He’d been entirely different the last few days, lighter than normal. He’d also worked with me side by side as I prepared an entire marketing campaign.
But I had to admit, I wouldn’t have been able to do as much work if I hadn’t been provided the perfect assistant.
Jackson.
The fact he’d allowed his brother back into his life had been the most surprising aspect of all. The two men were almost identical in every way, except that Jackson had an intense passion for art, allowing my creativity to flow like wildfire.
There was excitement in the air, so many of the employees eager for the future. Little did Montgomery know yet, but I’d managed after doing a little begging to sign Wolfe Wineries up for the upcoming highly anticipated music and wine festival. Bottlerock had been an event Wolfe Wineries had participated in for years. Then Montgomery had put a stop to it. I’d signed my name to the contract without asking his permission, something I hoped I wouldn’t regret. Giggling, I shifted back and forth in my chair, the office I’d been provided allowing me a stunning view of the estate. I was planning on a little surprise for him later that evening. As long as everything was put into motion. “So?” I asked sweetly, giving him a wicked smile.
“So,” he said, gazing down the length of me before turning his attention to what Jackson and I had just finished sketching out. “All work and no play make for a very disobedient brat.”
“I’m not a brat.”
He snorted, shaking his head. “Oh, yes, you are.”
I had whiteboards positioned in several locations in the room, notes and designs all over my desk. Thank God, Jackson was an artist. He’d managed to bring my ideas to life. However, the sinspiration, as I’d taken to calling my rather provocative thoughts, were all because of the man leaning against the doorjamb, his arms folded.
He appeared far more relaxed than normal, his dark red polo shirt highlighting his eyes.
“Well, I do have a slave driver for a boss you know,” I said teasingly.
“Uh-huh. It’s almost three. I’m going to guess you skipped lunch. Didn’t you?”
