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New York hotels out here and vice versa. Perhaps they could spend a few weeks learning how things worked at a different location.

I wanted Bennett Brooks’s opinion on the matter, because this should have some value in advertising as well. Everything was showcased on social media these days. An arena we had yet to join actively, other than providing customer support via Facebook and Twitter.

I’d have to set up a meeting with Three Dots, the agency where Bennett worked, and our in-house department.

Peyton shifted on the floor, and I lifted the papers to see him. He was turning around. He blinked sleepily and rested his other cheek on my leg, granting me a view of his beautiful face.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he mumbled with his eyes closed, “but don’t stop.”

I suppressed the rumble that emanated from my chest and rubbed his neck affectionately. “I have no intention of stopping, pet.”

He shivered violently and sighed in contentment.

Sweet boy.

I set down the reports and adjusted my cock.

Our location in Santa Rosa sat on the outskirts of the city and was geared toward wine country visitors. It’d been built to give the guests a vineyard feel, and the main building only had twenty rooms. The rest of the accommodations were made up of villas.

Mathis usually preferred to make his own reservations; he had friends all over the world and liked to meet up with them when he had time off. But here, he would stay with us. I’d picked a villa near the pool area for Julia’s sake, and the weather was on our side. It was going to be a warm weekend.

With one villa consisting of two suites, each with a terrace that had a view of the pool, it was no question that Julia and I would take one, and Mathis and Cathryn would share the other. The question was where Peyton would end up, and I had my hopes.

“Talk about the royal treatment.” Peyton carried a sleepy Julia into our suite and eyed the coffee table in the living room. There was champagne in an ice bucket, a chocolate assortment, and a tray with cheese and crackers. “Look at this, sweetheart. I think the animal crackers are for you.”

“Best part of traveling with the boss,” Mathis said, entering the bedroom to set down our luggage. “All the free stuff.”

“It’s not my charming personality?” I asked, amused.

He laughed, clapped me on the back, and headed out the door.

He’d been with me too long. No one respected me anymore. I chuckled to myself and joined Peyton and Julia in the living room. It was going to be a good weekend; I could feel it.

“Wheu’s Cathryn?” Julia asked.

“Next door. She’s just going to unpack, and then she’s taking you—” I poked her belly “—to the pool.”

She grinned tiredly. “Okay, good. No nap today. I wanna swim.”

“Yeah, you don’t look sleepy at all,” I laughed softly.

She shook her head furiously.

“Well, I’ll go unpack our bags.” I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, at the same time sneaking in a small touch at Peyton’s lower back. Then I headed for the bedroom.

That evening, I had Peyton make reservations in the hotel restaurant for only the two of us. I met him outside after I’d printed out my proposal in the office.

Gossip traveled quickly, and everyone on the premises in a Westwater uniform appeared to know I was staying here. We were shown to a table in the outdoor seating area of the cantina-inspired restaurant, overlooking the blossoming fields to the north. It was the second most popular time of year to visit Northern California, so the establishment was fairly packed.

The thought struck me when I spotted all the flickering candles on the tables that this was a couples’ resort. Which explained why Julia had complained about the lack of children at the pool earlier. Technically, I’d known this before. It just hadn’t meant anything until I sat down with Peyton across from me.

Heaters, thick blankets, and wine kept everyone around us warm, and I wasn’t the only one picking up on the romantic atmosphere. Fuck, it hadn’t been intentional. Peyton cleared his throat and glanced at the couple closest to us, then shifted in his seat and opened his menu.

I decided not to say anything, not to make any excuses. It was only dinner.

Wine. I needed wine.

We listened to the recommendations of the chef and the sommelier, and we received our drinks instantly. I suspected one of the