Erik
I was, admittedly, tipsy. The walk and the fresh air had helped with how full I had felt, but now I was tipsy. Jack had overdone the tastings, not that I could blame him. I was so impressed by the process and the wine itself. I wanted more, and I was honored when he gave me his card when we left.
“So, Erik…” Naomi said, and I glanced over at her. She was stunningly beautiful, and I was having a hard time keeping my attraction at bay.
“Hmm?” I hummed as I forced myself to look out the window.
“Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide,” she sang, and I frowned. A bad feeling hit me, and I gulped loudly. “Tell me, why are you really here?” the question wasn’t a surprise. She wanted to know, and I couldn’t blame her. The problem was, I wasn’t ready to tell her. I knew I should have told her alr
