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Jason handed her a champagne glass. “Here, love.”

“Are we celebrating?” she asked.

“I’d say tonight is all about celebrating.” He winked.

Jason was devilishly sexy. He had an easiness about him that was fun. He was the artistic one, commenting on books he had read or movies he wanted to see at independent theaters. He seemed to be the one who ran the vineyard. He knew everything about the wines and the types of grapes they grew on the land. A man of complete culture and light-heartedness. She looked in his eyes, taking a linen napkin.

“Everything all right?”

She nodded. “It couldn’t be better.”

“Good. I think dinner is almost ready. I’ll go check on our moody chef,” he joked.

Kayla giggled. She loved how they cracked on each other. She knew it was endearing. They had been a team a long time. It made it that much more special that she was now included.

He disappeared in the kitchen.

They returned with platters of food.

“Wow. This looks amazing, Wyatt.”

He grinned. “I wanted our girlfriend to have something special to remember her first night.”

The way he said it didn’t make her feel anything but completely adored. They made her feel more beautiful than a cover model.

“Thank you. It smells delicious.” She realized he had gone through a lot of trouble to sauté the vegetables and sear the steaks perfectly.

Jason pulled the chair out for her at the head of the table.

She took her seat, feeling like a queen reigning over her men. And that’s what they were. They were her men. Only hers.

Wyatt served each of them a glass of champagne.

“To unchartered territory.” He grinned.

“To new beginnings,” Jason added.

“And to us.” Kayla beamed.

The bubbles were fizzy going down. She giggled. She was happy. The night held nothing but promise.

She couldn’t stop laughing. Once Wyatt and Jason had a glass of champagne they were hysterical together. Jason told her stories from college.

“Stop, stop,” she cried. “I can’t laugh anymore. My abs are going to hate me tomorrow.” She gripped her side.

The thought of Wyatt waking up in the bushes outside the library his freshmen year was too much.

He even seemed amused with the story. “You know I have way more on him, don’t you?”

She pulled the champagne glass to her lips. “I’m sure you do.”

Dinner was delicious. She watched as Jason took the plates to the kitchen. Wyatt reached for her hand. There was a warmth and tenderness emanating from him.

“What you told us today, about your child, Kayla.” He bit his lip. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything about that when I made the deal. I was only trying to recover the losses for Miller-Wentmore. I would never hurt you.”

She clasped his hand. “I know that. And I probably should have been honest from the beginning about why I agreed. But I didn’t know if I could trust you. I didn’t know if you did business with a man like my uncle what kind of men that made you and Jason.”

“We’re not like that,” he replied sternly.