Free Just a Kiss: The Single Girls Wine Club (A Wine Country Romance #1) by Kate Kisset

arbor covered with pink colored grape cluster lights draped over a sixty by sixty-foot dance floor. Enormous displays of sunflowers of at least forty stems each, nestled in tall galvanized metal vases. Leafy grape vines spilled down from the edges.
    Dave Martin’s House Party took the stage for their first set. Most of the town’s wineries were on hand. Cline, Jacuzzi, B.R. Cohn, Ledson, Buena Vista, Sebastiani, Gloria Ferrer, Landmark, Benziger, Larson, Passagio and their staffs were enthusiastically unloading cases and popping corks near Sarah's space.
    She couldn’t dream of a more enchanting setting and hoped she’d be able to sneak a dance with Jamie. She came to the tented Vine Café booth and found Manny. He had his back to her as he unpacked a white tablecloth and smoothed the edges over the table and turned. “Dude, you look hot!”
    “Thanks, Manny, but do you have to call me dude? Couldn’t I be a dudette just for tonight?”
    Danica had talked her into wearing her hair down, and Sarah had let her style it, making it thick, shiny and full of waves. She had settled on wearing a black sheath dress that hit just above the knee and cut away at the shoulders. During the walk over, Sarah had practically skipped in her new Stuart Weitzman heels, thrilled that they were low enough to move around in on the grass, but still super cute.
    “Let’s do this.” Sarah beamed, reaching for the supplies Manny had brought. Together they filled small vases with the boughs of thyme and lavender on the table. The same herbs she used in her cookies and around her trays now filled the tent with fragrance.
    The sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, uncorking bottles, and music wafted through the open air while the vintners and restaurateurs put the finishing touches on their booths. They were all a few feet away from each other.
    The Santino Winery booth wasn't directly across from Sarah’s but easily within her sight line. Jamie’s unmistakable laugh rang out, and she strained to get a glimpse of him. Sarah froze when she saw him in black dress slacks, a dark gray shirt with an open collar, and a jacket that matched. He’d apparently spent more time than usual on his hair because she'd never seen it styled back so neatly. She felt a little intimidated by his utter and complete gorgeousness. He looked so formal, just like the Jamie from all the magazine covers and so unlike the Jamie she knew from the café.
    She found her heart in her thighs and peeped under a low hanging branch to get a better view. She could just make out the corner of his dimple when she heard his deep belly laugh again. It sounded like all six Santino brothers were there. Those loud testosterone laden roars coming from the booth could only originate from men entirely comfortable with each other. It wouldn’t be long before the honeys gathered.
    After putting the final flourishes on another platter, Sarah peered again hoping to get Jamie’s attention but caught someone else throwing daggers in her direction. She flinched when the black-brown eyes glared menacingly, and the dark-haired beauty tossed an obnoxious smirk. The woman’s stare moved adoringly on to Jamie, and the full picture came into view.
    The focus of the uproarious laughter coming from the Santino brothers centered on the voluptuous, raven-haired actress, Nikki Lean. Jamie had his arm around her. They. Were. Together.
    Sarah's heart fell to the ground, and she took a giant step back into the dark recesses of the enclosure. She kept her head down and pursed her lips to stop her chin from quivering. Through her rapidly filling eyes, she scanned for her purse in the pitch black and wanted to bail. There was no way she could get through this night with all of that going on ten feet away from her.
    She should’ve listened to her instincts after the elevator incident. Jamie had just been flirting with her or playing, or whatever it was that actors called making out with people and leading them