Daxton’s POV
I lay on my back pushing the bar away from my chest as Jared stands over me, fingers under the bar, ready to grab it if needed.
‘So why would she be shocked?’ he grumbles angrily, ‘who else would I take f8cking wine tasting? Do any of the girls hanging around us at bars look like they’d want to drink wine for a weekend? Of course I bought it for her.’
I puff out a breath, pushing up again and place the bar back in the cradle before sitting up and wiping the sweat from my face with the towel I dropped by the side of the bench.
Standing up, Jared takes my place and I finally get a reprieve from his complaining over Jenna’s less than enthusiastic response to him dropping ten G’s on a weekend away for her.
‘Still moaning about Jenna?’ comes Campbell’s voice as the point forwa
