So Good: A Ribbon Ridge Novel (Love on the Vine Book 1) Read Free Page B

you to find hottie number three. Come on.” She grabbed Naomi’s hand, and they headed back toward the wine tent.
    Brooke frowned after them, wondering why they hadn’t invited her to tag along. Then she saw the reason coming toward her table. Her “friends” had seen Cameron Westcott headed her way and had decided to meddle by vacating the area. Bitches.
    Brooke finished off her wine for fortification as Cameron neared the table. He carried his glass, which was also empty, and a bottle of wine. “May I take this empty seat, or are we going to have another knock-down-drag-out over it?”
    She blinked up at him. “Nothing got violent. At least not until you tried to plow into me near the buffet.”
    He sat in Jana’s chair and set his glass on the table, scooting her plate with the stem just before a worker plucked it off the table. “I thought we’d established you did the plowing.”
    “I misspoke.” She looked at the bottle of wine in his hand. “Is that your wine?”
    He set it on the table between them so she could read the label. “It is. I thought you might want to try it. I assume, since you’re here, that you like wine.”
    She liked the look of their label. The font was stylish and sophisticated, and the graphic was simple but elegant—an archway with the sun setting behind it. She ran her fingertips over the embossing of West Arch Estate. “Classy branding.”
    “Thanks. I’ll take credit for that.”
    She half smiled at his arrogance. “Why does that not surprise me?”
    He grinned. “Fine, I’ll share credit with my pal Evan Archer. He’s the creative director at Archer Brewing and so far, I guess, at West Arch. He designed the font and created the graphic, but it really was my idea.”
    “It’s very nice. Makes sense you would have a handle on wine branding, considering what you used to do.”
    He froze for a moment, studying her. “Wait a sec. You know who I am. I didn’t put it together when you asked if this was my wine, but you know me.”
    “Yes, you’re Cameron Westcott.”
    “Well, damn. I’m afraid you’ve got me at a disadvantage, because I don’t know you.”
    She liked having him at a disadvantage and suspected he wasn’t terribly familiar with the sensation. “Pour me a glass of that pinot, and maybe I’ll tell you.”
    The wine was already open and just had a cork stuck in the top, which he pulled out. He laughed as he splashed the garnet liquid into her glass. “Maybe, huh? Why only maybe?”
    “If your wine sucks, I’m ditching you immediately.”
    He laughed again. “Fair enough.”
    She vaguely realized she was flirting with him again, but decided it was harmless. People flirted all the time. Hell, flirting was a huge part of her job. Wine didn’t sell itself.
    She picked up the glass and swirled the wine around the bowl.
    “Hold on,” he said. “Are you really qualified to say if our wine sucks?”
    She stared at him, the glass on its way to her lips. “I’m a wholesale wine distributor, smart-ass.”
    His eyes widened briefly, and then he sat back in his chair, a grin playing across his sexy mouth. “Then by all means, judge away.”
    She sniffed the aroma first and picked up a strong cherry along with licorice and cola. She sipped and let the wine linger on her tongue. It was young, but it had great promise. She took another whiff before glancing at him. “My name is Brooke Ellis.”
    His lips spread into a full, satisfied grin. “I guess that means our wine doesn’t suck, Brooke Ellis.”
    “No, it doesn’t.” In fact, it was quite good. Or it would be, anyway. “How much of this do you have?”
    “Less than a hundred cases.”
    “That sucks.”
    He sat forward in his chair, his face animated. “Does it? I have to admit I’ve been excited about this wine, but nervous too. You really like it?”
    “I do.” His enthusiasm and uncertainty were both alluring and endearing, two things she hadn’t expected this player to be. And he was a