back to shore.
“Don’t worry. I won’t out you to Disruption .”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“ HERE, TASTE THIS.” TINA thrust the wineglass at Avery.
She swirled around the deep, ruby-red liquid. “What are we drinking tonight?”
“A 2002 Diamond Creek Gravelly Meadow, with a compelling scent of anise and red cherries.”
Avery giggled and took a long sip. “God, that’s so amazing. I love your job. You always keep us nice and hydrated.”
“I’ve actually got to head back in a couple of weeks for a restaurant opening. Oh, and I’m scheduled to review Baume, that new French place on California. Want to come with?”
“Absolutely. I love being your date for restaurant reviews, although my clothes always suffer the aftereffects of the ten-course-slash-calorie meals. I don’t know how you do it and manage to squeeze your ass into those size fours.”
“I exercise like crazy, lady. Every minute not spent eating or drinking is on the treadmill.”
Avery rubbed the back of her neck. Unfortunately, the self-administered massage did little to relieve the pain. “Mmm… ouch, I think I’ve got a crick.”
“Maybe it’s from the weight of those earrings.”
“Smart ass. It’s not the earrings, thank you. I think I pulled something while I was surfing this morning. I also, ah, ran into Emerson again .”
“Get outta here! Third time’s the charm, huh? I want all the juicy details. Did you wind up bottomless this time?”
A throw pillow flew at Tina’s head as she topped off the glasses. “Jeez! You don’t have to attack me for asking.”
“Bitch.” Avery snickered and recounted the events of their early-morning tryst.
“Wow, so he didn’t make a move on you at all?”
“Nope. We just sat there, shivering in silence. It was oddly comforting. Then we surfed.” So what if she’d wanted to do more on her board than just catch a good wave?
“No touching, no smooching, nothing ?”
Ahh, regrettably no . The tension between them had been palpable, but once they’d returned to shore, reality swooped in, and they’d parted ways. “Strictly G-rated stuff.” Well, almost, anyway. Maybe more like PG-13.
“Crazy. Doesn’t sound like the womanizing asshole you doctored up in your book. I guess he’s not such a monster after all.”
“It’s just a story. But he’s still an arrogant jerk.” One she was having a very difficult time forgetting. That sexy smirk. Holy hell. Could she really be charmed that easily, to forget everything she detested about him? Um, yeah, all evidence certainly pointed to the affirmative, right down to the quivering in her belly at the mere thought of his god-like physique.
“Ave, I love you to death, but you’re not the most forgiving. He might not be the jerkoff you’ve built up in your twisted little mind. Ever consider that?”
“No.” Liar!
“Maybe you judged too quickly.”
“Next you’re going to tell me I have unreasonably high expectations of people.”
“You have unreasonably high expectations of people. You’d be much happier if you let everyone continually disappoint you.”
“I think I’ve had more than my fill of that.”
“Speaking of filling, have some more of this scrumptious cab. It’ll make you feel so much better. Now, if you’re finished dishing the very boring details of your little run-in, let’s talk about something fun, like when I get to meet Ally Maxwell. I’d better be your plus one for that red carpet indie music event.” Tina flashed a toothy grin. “ Please? ”
“How could I possibly leave you behind?”
“Woo-hoo! When do we get fitted for our gowns? Which designers can we wear? Do we get shoes and jewelry too? Oh my God, I can’t wait !”
“I’ll have my stylist contact you with the details.” Avery winked and took a long gulp of wine. “By the way, don’t schedule any reviews for two weeks before the event. Otherwise, we’ll be wearing burlap sacks instead of Valentino.”
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