From the Moment We Met by Adair Marina

Author:Adair, Marina [Adair, Marina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2014-06-01T00:00:00+00:00

It was midafternoon by the time Tanner made it to the site of the new DeLuca wine cave. He pulled down the gravel road, around the hundred or so acres of cabernet vines and, ignoring the wiry tail smacking him in the arm every three seconds, parked under the gnarled branches of a massive oak tree.

It had been a hell of a day so far, and the only thing that could have made it better was a call from a woman.

A testy, stubborn, five foot nothing of a woman who’d starred in a few very steamy dreams he’d had last night.

Smiling, Tanner checked his cell for the tenth time that day. Nothing. No text. No missed calls. No message with Abby huffing into his phone about her meeting with Eddie Floor. More irritating still, no message telling him if she’d considered his offer and had come to a decision.

He’d been tempted to give her a call and hurry that decision along, but had to remind himself he’d given her until midnight.

Swearing, Tanner reached for the car door handle and paused to look at his copilot. “I’m going to open that door and you’re going to sit right there until I’m out, and then you’re going to stay by my side. Got it?”

“Woof.”

“Sit,” Tanner clarified.

Wreck sat—right on top of Tanner’s favorite hat. Then put on his best obedient doggie face.

When Tanner opened the door, Wreck made a run for it, leaping over Tanner’s lap, not even touching ground until he was outside the truck. Too bad for the dog, Tanner had already leashed him, which meant his escape lasted about zero point three seconds, then the four feet of lead pulled taut and Wreck indeed sat—with a thud in the dirt.

Tanner stepped out of the car. “I told you to sit. Now we have to do it the hard way. Heel.” He gave a gentle tug on the leash to let Wreck know exactly who was in charge, and headed toward the pack of burly, pissed-off-looking Italians standing by the side of the hill.

One look at Wingman, Marc’s bear of a dog, and Wreck did some tugging of his own, ripping the leash right out of Tanner’s hand, bulldozing through the field and three rows of grapevines, leaving a happy trail in his wake. “Wreck, stop!”

Wreck didn’t stop until he made contact, even bypassing Wingman altogether so he could greet everyone with a wet nose to the crotch. A few sniffs later, he realized there were no ladies in the group and plopped down in the grass with a sigh.

Tanner actually felt for the mutt.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late,” Tanner said to the group. “I got held up at the planning department.”

The group didn’t seem to care. Maybe they were too busy trying to look tough and intimidating to respond. In fact, the only one who wasn’t sending him an eat shit and choke on it glare was little Cooper Reed, who was holding Trey’s hand and smiling like it was the best day of his life.

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