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💕Marriage of Convenience
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He swallowed, his Adam’s apple working up and down, completely mesmerizing, and watched my lips as I finished chewing.
I couldn’t break eye contact as the server appeared to deliver another drink for me, loaded with even more olives than all the others had been.
“You tell me, firecracker. Is it good?”
“Very.” My attention wasn’t on my taste buds. The green in his eyes caught the dim lights overhead.
He shifted to face me more fully, like he was going to tell me a secret. “What’s it like working for the family business?”
“Tate’s in charge of Bailey Beef. Teller’s in charge of Copper Summit. Summer manages the Bozeman location. The daily operational and financial decisions are made by them. Larger ones that affect the whole company need all of us. We’re the board.”
His attention intensified. “And your spouses?”
My excitement swelled. “Tate’s wife works with me at the school. We were friends before they married.” She wouldn’t have left me outside the club. “Wynter’s husband runs his own distillery—Foster House.”
A dark brow lifted. “I’ve heard of it.”
“Summer’s husband has his own successful business. I don’t know. Maybe if a spouse wanted to be a part of the company, they’d get hired on.” I took another drink and set my glass on the table. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I folded them on my lap, but with the way I was sitting, the angle was uncomfortable. I looked like I was posing for family pictures.
He took my hand and my heart stammered. His rough thumb stroked over my knuckles. “Maybe what I’m asking, Autumn Kerrigan, is why you’re not married.”
A thready laugh eked out of me. Gideon James wanted to know why I was single.
Maybe what I’m asking . . .
It wasn’t what he was asking, it was why.
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