SARAH
I blink rapidly, heart racing as my right hand comes over my mouth, masking my audible gasp.
“I—I don’t understand.” I’m still looking at Ronan. My mind is reeling. It’s impossible to process any of the words that just left his sexy, luscious lips.
“We thought you would love it,” Malachi replies. I force myself to look at him, even when it’s obvious I’m trembling.
My throat’s dry, and my hands are shaking and sweaty, I keep rubbing them over the skin of my thighs. His dark eyes drop to my thighs, and he takes my hand in his.
Our fingers interlock, calming me, grounding me.
“Seeing as you love your wines so much.” He finishes the rest of his sentence with a cheeky smile. It wakes up every single butterfly in my stomach.
Hell! Even the caterpillars become grown all of a s
