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

time.”
    He clutched his heart and winked. “Hey, anything for love.”
    Sarah raised her shoulders. “Not so sure it’s love.”
    “How many times do I have to tell you, Sarah?” Manny put his hands on his hips. “I can sense these things. But last night, I got slapped in the face from the heat you two were putting out.”
    “Hardly,” Sarah said.
    “Whaddaya think I am, blind? You guys were so thick last night, I felt like I was walking into a strip club.” Manny’s eye caught something.
    "We weren’t doing anything–”
    “Well look who’s here?” Manny reached for Jamie’s hand. “We were just talking about you, bro.”
    “Hope it’s good.” Jamie shook Manny’s hand. “You look delectable,” he said to Sarah.
    “What did I tell you?” Manny whispered to Sarah. “Gotta jam.” He grabbed a serving tray full of cookies and took off.
    “You are way too, far away from me.” Jamie leaned over the table. “I’ve missed you.” He flashed a dazzling smile and relocated behind the serving table next to her. He stopped before he reached her and stood staring at her. She searched for anything else to look at, but the expectant expression on his face blocked her view.
    All the charisma Jamie poured over movie audiences on the big screen hit her like a rogue wave, and she could’ve drowned. He even smelled intoxicating. Whatever brand of aftershave he used made her knees wobble.
    “You’re exquisite, Sarah,” he said. He stroked his throat like he was wearing an uncomfortable tie. “Unbelievable.”
    “Hi Jamie,” Sarah said quietly.
    “Don’t you want to kiss me?” He reached out to caress her shoulder.
    She studied him.
    “Don’t you miss our kisses?” he asked, leaning in. “Like this?” He softly brushed her lower lip with his tongue.
    They were right back to where they left off yesterday. Sarah blissfully spiraled into the mix of everything Jamie gave her with his mouth as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Still kissing, he walked forward, guiding her backward deeper into the tent, away from the light and the people outside.
    “I came over the second I saw you.” He stroked the back of her neck with his hand under her hair, and she stretched into his touch. “I couldn’t wait to kiss you,” he purred. “I want you to meet my dad, and my brothers are here. Can you leave the booth for a second?”
    “Jamie! Jamie!” A distinguished but unidentifiable accented voice broke the spell.
    “Crap,” Jamie muttered, stepping away from Sarah. “Nick, over here,” he said.
    “There you are my sweet.” The other woman barged around the table and sidled next to Jamie, draping an arm around his waist.
    This is not good. Sarah examined the bombshell in her booth. She’d seen Nikki Lean in movies and never gave her much thought, never had any reason to, until now. She looked even prettier and more glamorous in person with flawless olive skin, lashes that went on forever over rich, dark brown eyes. A tight spandex and something dress hugged her firm curvy body. She was everything Sarah wasn’t —a frighteningly perfect picture of trouble.
    “Sarah, this is Nikki Lean, my co-star,” Jamie offered as if she didn't know.
    “Oh, you’re just so very sweet. This is the one helping you?” Nikki asked, turning her nose up like she found a bad smell.
    Sarah hated being referred to in the third person, especially when she was standing right there, especially at the very first meeting, especially when Nikki Lean did it.
    “Nice to meet you,” Sarah said, not even bothering to force half a smile.
    “I’m going to have to steal Jamie from you,” Nikki said getting right in front of his face. She didn’t turn a fraction of an inch to acknowledge Sarah. “The photographer is here, hon. He wants some snaps.”
    She grabbed Jamie’s face and squeezed his cheeks with one hand while making goofy, smooshing sounds. “Oh, how did I get so lucky?” Nikki fawned. Jamie tilted his head