The Case of the Voracious Vintner by Tara Lain

Author:Tara Lain [Lain, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-840-9
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2019-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

DON’T FREAK. Don’t cry. Jeremy clenched and unclenched his fists. He smiled at the receptionist with practiced slickness, pushed open the door to the parking lot, and started breathing in air the moment he felt the sun on his face. The bastard. The bloody, stinking bastard. He didn’t really mean Henry Fieldstone, but he’d include him in the bloody, stinking package.

He stopped walking when he got away from the building and under some trees. Shelter from the storm—as if. Maybe it’s time to quit. Damn, I hate to let Ottersen win, but I could end up taking Bo down with me, and that would be a tragedy. Breathe. Heat pressed behind his eyes, which was so fucking stupid, but even thinking about all the good shit Bo had tried to do for him made him feel warm, fuzzy—and guilty. God, I should lie down and become his concubine to try to pay him back, because the way things are going, I’ll never pay him back any other way. At least not and survive.

“I’m really sorry.”

Jeremy’s head snapped up, but it wasn’t Bo. Peter leaned against a tree trunk.

“Uh, thanks, I guess.” He inhaled. “So you knew.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. He doesn’t do much without consulting me. Usually he’ll listen to my advice, but this time he was determined to make this stupid decision.” He pushed away from the tree, crossed his arms, and shook his head. “If it’s any consolation, I think your blends are brilliant and would be good for us.”

“Wish you still held the position.” He turned his lips up.

“Well, if I did, I’d be getting the pressure Henry is, and, of course, I’d refuse to be coerced, which means I’d lose my job and we’d be right back where we are now, right?” He smiled ruefully.

“Ottersen?”

“Who?”

“Ernest Ottersen. The dude who’s pressuring your son.”

Peter scrunched his eyebrows. “I don’t think that was the name.” He shrugged. “But it could have been, I guess. Or maybe he’s got a go-between. Anyway, son, I’m sorry. I think you’ve done an amazing job, and when I met you and saw how young both you and Marchand are, I was doubly impressed.”

“Thank you, Peter. I’m grateful.”

“Wish I could put some money where my mouth is.”

“Me too.”

Bo came out of the office door, frowning ferociously, looked around, then powered over to where Jeremy stood.

As Bo approached, Peter shook Jeremy’s hand. “Sorry again.”

Jeremy nodded but tried to put on a happy face for Bo.

Bo walked up. “Stupid bastard.”

Peter nodded and chuckled mirthlessly. “Amen to that.”

“Excuse me, sir.”

Jeremy said, “At least you got a contract. Some good came of this pooch screw.”

“I told him to shove that contract where the sun don’t shine.”

“No way!”

Peter pumped a fist. “Well done.”

Jeremy felt like his mind was at war. Half a brain crowed that Bo had stood up for him. The other half cringed from the idea. My fault. My fault.

“That whole thing was a crock of horseshit,” Bo snarled. “I made it very clear what we had to offer.

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