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A wave of guilt washed over me.

“I’m sorry. This should never have happened,” I mutter, refusing to meet her gaze.

“Oh, um.”

I can hear the confusion and sadness in her voice. I don’t blame her.

“Listen, I need to go now. I’ll send someone from the staff to accompany you during the rest of the tour.”

I make my way out of there as fast as I can. Once I’m sure that I’m at a safe distance, I slow my pace down and throw my hands to my head.

How could I have lost control like that? In front of Valentina’s photo, of all places?

The strain in my jeans is proof enough that the attraction between us is immense.

She’d offered no resistance at all.

Yet, this can’t happen again.

I sigh, looking back one last time.

How I am going to spend the rest of the event in her company, I do not know.

Mixing business with pleasure is dangerous, and I know that resisting her is going to be infinitely harder now that I know just how sweet she tastes.

5

QUINN

So,wekissed.Bigdeal. That was like… normal in Europe.

I’d gone over a maddening amount of justifications over what had taken place in the museum. It’d been a few days since our kiss, and Enzo had done an expert job at avoiding me.

Every time I’d see him around, he’d somehow magically find something important to attend to and flee.

Not that I mind. I want to stay as far away from him as possible, lest we have a repeat of what happened.

I bite down on my lip, my cheeks warming at the memory.

Lilly doesn’t know about the kiss. I told no one, which of course, made the whole thing a lot harder to carry. It haunted me.

But today, I was finally going to put it behind me. I wasn’t a teenager, and a kiss just wasn’t a big deal. I still had too much time remaining here, and the last thing I wanted was to spend that time getting bothered by a man.

As if I hadn’t spent the last few years of my life doing exactly that.

Today, there is an old-school wine-making class on the agenda, and I couldn’t be more excited. I have planned to live-stream the entire thing.

I set up my camera, making sure everything’s working right before going live.

“You guys are not going to believe what I’m doing today.” I grin into the camera. “We’re making our very own wine!”

“Ahhh, it’s getting all over my clothes,” one of the girls shrieks in the background.

I laugh before going into the stomping area myself.

“Don’t be afraid to get your clothes dirty.” The instructor smiles. “It’s all part of the experience.”

“How come you’re not joining in?” Darrel asks Enzo, who is watching from the sidelines.

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