Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I stare at both of them like they've lost it. I'm pretty sure they have if they think their cousin's sexual frustration has anything to do with me. "Maybe you two should stop day-drinking," I suggest, my heels clicking on the cobblestone floor as I move closer to Haven's desk. "The wine is making you delusional."
"We don't day-drink."
"Drugs?"
"I tried to smoke pot once. Do not recommend," Haven says. "Bastian's dad found out." A laugh burbles from her lips. "I was grounded forever."
"You should have been grounded longer," Jax mutters.
"As if you never tried it!"
"Uh, no, I didn't." He shoots her a hard look. "I'm not a fucking rebel like some people."
"I'm not a rebel. I was a curious teenager." Haven rolls her eyes at him. "Clearly, it didn't work out. I got busted by the one cop in this family, and then I wasn't allowed to go to a party without a chaperon again until I was nineteen."
"Serves your ass right."
"I was sixteen, Jax!"
"Yeah. Too fucking young to be trying pot!" he practically yells at her and then pinches the bridge of his nose like she's stressing him the hell out. "You know what? I'm not even arguing with you about this anymore. I'll just tell Uncle Carter that you're talking about pot again and let him handle it."
"I swear to God, I'll tell Jade about that time I caught you looking at her social media. Naked," Haven growls, her hands on her curvy hips.
"I wasn't even doing anything!" Jax grumbles, but the tips of his ears turn red…which I'm guessing means he was thinking about doing something.
"Who is Jade?"
"Uncle Carter's niece." Haven smirks when she says it. "Jax is in love with her."
I blink wide eyes. "Isn't she your cousin?"
"She's not my fucking cousin," he growls. "She's Bastian's cousin. And stop talking about her."
I don't miss the way he doesn't deny being in love with her. Interesting.
"He thinks she's off limits because Trystan is in love with her sister. And Trystan won't do anything about that because Wyatt is his best friend." Haven rolls her eyes. "Honestly, men are idiots."
"Hard agree."
Jax scowls at both of us. "Do you want your social media content or not?"
"Obviously, I do."
"Then stop shit talking men and let's get this over with." He makes a circular motion in the air with one finger. "The faster we do it, the faster you can tell Bastian we need a new goddamn printer."
"Fine…but he isn't getting a new printer just because I ask."
Jax snorts, but Haven just smiles at me.
They've both lost it.
Two hours later, I've gotten video of Jax and Haven trying to figure out the printer, which ends with Jax having the funniest meltdown in history before storming out. I've never seen a grown man cry over a printer before, but he was close.
He was actually mumbling, "I don't understand why you won't just work," to himself over and over and tugging at his hair. Haven was in tears on the floor, laughing at his misery.
The printer might be the product of actual evil. I bet Bastian ordered it from a 666 hotline.
After his meltdown, I took a few minutes to get some still shots of the guys working on a tractor in one of the fields.
With the vines blooming, the vineyard looks magical.
While everything uploads to my computer, I pull out my phone to text Bastian, ready to get this over with.
Me: Got a minute?
Bastian: What?
I scowl at my phone, instantly annoyed. Even over text, he's abrupt. I swear, the man wouldn't know manners if they smacked him over the head, which is odd because his parents and siblings are the nicest people ever!
Me: I was thinking…
Bastian: Yes?
"You can't actually strangle him," I remind myself. "Or kiss that scowl from his stupid, gorgeous face."
At this point, which I do first is a toss-up. I'm down bad.
Haven and Jax would die if they knew.
Me: The main printer is broken again, and I need a functioning printer if I'm going to get any of these new marketing materials printed on-site. What's the possibility of upgrading? It'll solve several problems at once.
Three little dots appear and then disappear before reappearing again.
Bastian: What's wrong with the printer? And why are you dealing with marketing materials?
Me: You mean other than the fact that one of your cousins may actually burn down the entire winery just out of pure hatred for it?
Me: Everything. It jams. It falls off the wireless. It won't print. And now, the menu is in Portuguese.
Bastian: WTF?
I send back a shrugging emoji instead of ratting out Jax as the reason why the printer now speaks Portuguese. He was mumbling about finding a sledgehammer when he left the winery. Bastian might actually tip him over the edge if he starts in.
I'd like our printer saga to be a relatable social media series, not a news headline about an arson and a homicide, thank you very much.