Page 83 of Tempted Hearts
An idea hit me suddenly. “Hold on.”
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, ignoring a text from Delaney, and jotted down a few words in my notes app.
“Had to write that down before I forgot it.”
“Want to share?”
I usually avoided talking about my work. Not because I didn’t love it, but because once I started, I tended to ramble. I warned him.
“Maybe over breakfast,” I said. “Because I am officially starving.”
He laughed. “You did mention that once or twice.”
He took a step toward the stairs, then paused when I didn’t follow.
“Are you forgetting something?” I asked. “We don’t have a car.”
That didn’t seem to faze him at all. He headed down the steps anyway, turning back just long enough to catch me staring.
“I see you staring.”
I wasn’t going to deny it.
Cole gestured for me to join him. “Have some faith.”
On the way back toward the tasting rooms, he mentioned that he had called Cosimo Grotto and asked to borrow one of the vineyard trucks. He disappeared briefly into one of the buildings and came back out with a set of keys.
“I didn’t realize you knew him so well,” I said.
“We’ve been friends for years,” he replied.
The whole drive into town, we talked about the guys. How they were more family than friends. Cole filled in details about how he’d met each of them, and I even learned a thing or two I hadn’t known before. The conversation was effortless. Easy.
Too easy.
Since I couldn’t avoid Delaney all day, I finally texted her back as Cole parked in front of the diner.
Jules
all is well, will update you later
Delaney
did you guys seriously stay at one of the grotto cabins last night
Jules
kind of
Delaney
OMG
Jules
gotta go. chat soon
If I hadn’t been so hungry, I might have asked Cole to take me back to my place to change first. But I had priorities. Looking like I was in day-old clothes took a firm backseat to food.
