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the phone any time we want anything and have it sent, Jennie,” Chad said and she could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

She came back into the room carrying her toothbrush and kicked her shoes off at the marble-topped table in the kitchen before plopping into one of the chairs.

“But, what if I just want popcorn in the middle of the night?”

Chad laughed and shook his head. “They’ll get you anything you want, any time. Day or night. It’s that kind of place and I’m pretty sure Jack booked us that kind of package. He seems to have gone with premium everything. We don’t have to lift a finger for the next two weeks. Might as well enjoy it.”

“Huh. Nice. All right. I’m hittin’ the shower, Big Man.” Jennie popped up again and began to cross the room but kept one eye on the room behind her.

Sure enough, the second she stepped away from her shoes, Chad crossed the room to put them back by the door again. Jennie turned and watched him.

When he returned to the couch, he lay down and closed his eyes. He put his feet up on one arm of the couch and his head on a pillow he’d braced across the other arm.

She tiptoed over to the front door and raised her foot to slip into the flip flops once again.

“Whaaaaa!” Jennie squealed as Chad wrapped a strong arm around her waist. He lifted her off the floor before she could get so much as a toe into her shoe.

Laughing, she squeaked as he walked to the bathroom with her locked in place. “Put me down!”

She heard Chad’s low laugh and felt the rumbling it brought to his chest. God, he felt so damn good she wanted to cry.

And he smelled good, too. Spicy clean and manly.

He dropped her to her feet in the bathroom and shut the door.

“Good night, Jen,” she heard through the door.

By that time, the laughter had left her system, replaced by heat. She’d felt pure lust spread through her traitorous body when she was pressed against the hard expanse of Chad’s chest and the flat chiseled muscles of his stomach.

She’d wanted to grind against him, pressing her hips back into him as she did. She’d wanted to spin in his arms and wrap herself around him to kiss him senseless. As she stood in the bathroom without him, she could think only one thing: she wanted that strong arm wrapped around her again, holding her tight, hugging her to him. Wanted and didn’t want…all in one breath.

Chapter 10

“Hey Jack, what ya got for us?” Chad asked as he and Jennie sat on opposite sides of his phone, which was set on speaker. Between the size of the couch and the temptation of Jennie in the room next to him, Chad hadn’t slept well at all.

Touching her last night had been a mistake. Wrapping one arm around her for the brief minute it took to move her to the bathroom before she could get to her flip flops again was all it took to have Chad stirred up.

He now knew how she would feel as she writhed beneath him. Knew how soft her body felt against his. How she brought the temperature up with just that slight connection. How she would feel as he pressed his body into hers, holding her tight for one agonizing thrust after another as he drove them both over the brink.

And that knowledge had tormented him all damned night.

“Did you get the financials I emailed?” came Jack’s reply, whipping Chad back to reality.

“Yes. We looked them over this morning,” he glanced at Jennie. “I think we need a little more guidance here. We don’t know what to look for.”

“I figured you might. It’s a weird situation. The resort is owned by Jonathan Masters, owner of Master Blend Winery. His winery focuses on inexpensive blends of wine marketed as everyday table wine. You’ve probably seen it.”

“Yeah, it’s in just about every grocery store and liquor store in the United States,” Jennie said. “The one with the skinny old guy with a pipe and glasses leaning into a huge barrel of wine on the label.”

Jack laughed. “That’s the one. And, in fact, that’s a caricature of Jonathan Masters. He’s now in his seventies and rarely spends time at the resort. He has no interest in running it. He’s left his two nephews, Matt and Alan Masters, running it for him for the last few years,