Spying Under the Mistletoe (Love Undercover #2) - Stina Lindenblatt Page 0,108
I’m thinking. And this time is no exception. “One of Liam’s contacts looked into the winery and the books. He was impressed at how well it’s doing.”
I smile at Regina, thankful no one is expecting me to suddenly take over the helm. “Well, in that case, I don’t see any reason for things to be changed around here. Other than the owner needing to become educated about what’s involved with running a winery. I hope you’ll be willing to help me there.”
She beams brighter than a firefly’s glowing butt. “Absolutely. Thank you.”
Landon threads his fingers with mine. “Now, if there are no objections, I’m stealing my girlfriend to show her around.”
He doesn’t wait for a reply. Not that it would’ve probably mattered if there were any. Either way, he plans to steal me.
And I’m more than thrilled to be stolen.
By him—and only him.
He leads me out the door we came through and escorts me to the side of the larger building, where no one can see us. He presses me against the wall, every part of his body making contact with mine.
My body hums with excitement, with happiness, with need.
“This is you showing me around?” I ask on a lusty laugh.
Landon’s eyes darken. “Yes. I figured we’d start right here. With me showing you how much I love you…while it’s just the two of us.”
And he does precisely that.
His kiss like no other kiss.
His touch like no other touch.
Because he loves me as I love him.
The moment between us grows heated, which comes as no surprise.
What does surprise me is the music that suddenly starts playing on Landon’s phone.
“Hit Me with Your Best Shot” by Pat Benatar.
It’s the song that plays whenever Liam calls him about work.
Landon curses under his breath, and I can’t help but giggle even though I have a feeling I’m not going to like the call any more than he does. It’s the curse a man makes when he’s about to be cock-blocked.
Landon accepts the call. “What’s up, Liam?” There’s a pause while he listens to whatever his boss has to tell him. “No, I haven’t…not since he left for Nevada to visit his grandmother.…He said it was a potential mission but didn’t say much else.…Really?…Okay. See you Monday.”
Frowning, he ends the call.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“It’s Adam. He’s missing. The last time anyone saw him, he was entering a chapel in Vegas…to get married.”
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Chapter 1
Quick, name the top ten sounds you never want to hear while in your car—especially when said noise happens on the way to your best friend’s parents’ anniversary party.
Willing my car to cling to life for a few more feet, I pulled over to the curb. Cars, trucks, and SUVs rushed past, racing to get home for the weekend. The moment I made it to the side of the road, my car abandoned its will to live. The once purring engine took its final purr—well, more like a groan—then I was met with a deafening silence.
“Fuck.” Because, really, is there a better word?
I think not.
The car stuck behind me honked. My poor baby didn’t care if Impatient Guy had somewhere more important to go. She wasn’t going anywhere. I might not have known anything about cars, but even I could tell that much.
I checked over my shoulder at the busy lane next to me. I could have escaped via the driver’s side—if I didn’t mind risking my life and becoming roadkill.
Since neither was currently on my daily to-do list, I went with Plan B. I flipped on the hazard lights, stretched my leg over the gearshift, and tried to climb onto the passenger seat. Tall Victorian houses stood sandwiched together along the street. If they were human, they would have been snickering at me.