Page 63 of Some Sort of Happy (Happy Crazy Love 1)
“Did anyone ever tell you,” he said, “you’d make a good therapist?”
I laughed. “No. But I’m glad you think so.”
“Hey, do you like champagne?” He opened the fridge and pulled out a long-necked green bottle. “My brother and sister-in-law got me this when the cabin was finished and I never opened it.”
“I love it,” I assured him. “Pop the cork.”
• • •
Sebastian had no dining table, so we ate Caprese omelets and drank champagne sitting next to each other at the breakfast bar, a lemon beeswax candle burning between us.
“That smells so good. I’ve got to get your sister-in-law’s information,” I said between bites. “Don’t let me forget.”
“I saw her yesterday. She gave me some samples and a card for you. Oh,” he said, as if he’d just remembered something. “I have something else for you too.” He set his fork down, stood up, and reached for his wallet, which was on the kitchen counter. “Here,” he said, handing me a business card.
“What’s this?” I took it from him and studied it. “Abelard Vineyards, Mia Fournier.”
“I met her and her husband yesterday at the office. My brother Malcolm is helping them settle a property line dispute.” He sat down again and resumed eating. “They’re new owners in the last couple years or so, and they’ve expanded. She’s pregnant, and she’s looking for an assistant. Someone to help with the tasting room and special events.” He glanced sideways at me. “I thought of you.”
I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “Thank you. That’s so sweet.”
“He said she’s picky, but I know she’d like you.”
My heart sank a little. “Picky? I bet she wants a college degree. Or more experience.” I set the card down and picked up my champagne.
“Her husband didn’t say anything like that. He just said she’s choosy about who works there. You should call her.”
I bit my lip, bubbles lingering on my tongue. “You think so?”
Sebastian set his fork down again, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him, kissing my lips hard. “I know so. Who wouldn’t adore you?”
A blush crept up my chest. “It does sound perfect. I’ll think about it.”
• • •
When we’d finished eating, we poured the rest of the champagne into our glasses and went out on the patio. This time we shared one of the Adirondack chairs Sebastian had put together, me sitting on his lap.
“Are you cold?” he asked me, and I loved the way his forehead wrinkled with concern. “I’m sorry. I’m in a suit, but you have bare arms and legs.”
“I’m OK. I’ll let you know if I get cold.” I kissed his forehead, my right arm around his shoulders, my left holding my wine glass.
We were quiet for a moment, and it was a comfortable silence. I wasn’t even the one to break it.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “I thought maybe I’d fucked things up too much the other night.”
“I was a bit thrown,” I admitted. I took a sip of champagne. “Can you tell me what happened?”
He didn’t speak right away, and I didn’t force it. “I panicked.”
I looked at him. “Why?”
“Because you…do something to me I didn’t expect. Something I don’t even really understand.” He dropped his eyes from the water to my legs. “Sorry, I know I owe you a better explanation,” he started, but I hushed him with a kiss.
“You know what? Not right now you don’t.” I kissed him again. “You really don’t. I know what you mean.” In all honesty, I didn’t even really understand what was happening between us, and I sure as hell hadn’t expected it either. Maybe tomorrow we’d talk. Tonight, I just wanted to be with him.
We kissed again, sweet and slow and searching, a
nd eventually Sebastian set down his glass to brush my hair back from my face. “Do you know,” he whispered, “how many nights I dreamed about you?”
