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Clay felt his gut twist on that comment, but he forced himself to hold Eric’s gaze, not to look away or even blink.
Eric kept studying him with an interest that made Clay uncomfortable. “Still?—”
“Dude, it was a long time ago,” Clay said, brushing cookie crumbs off the front of his shirt. “Vodka under the bridge and all that.”
Eric nodded. “Whatever you say.”
Chapter 4
Reese drained her wineglass and took aim at the TV with the remote. “Well, that was a stupid choice.”
Sheila laughed as she stood up and reached for Reese’s empty glass. “Since when do women on reality TV dating shows make smart decisions about men?”
Larissa handed her glass over with a snort. “Since when do any of us make smart decisions about men?”
“Speak for yourself,” Sheila called as she set the stemware on Reese’s counter before trooping back to the sofa. “I happen to think I picked a pretty good guy, myself.”
“I’d raise a toast to that if you hadn’t just taken my glass,” Reese agreed.
“You want it back?” Sheila asked. “The glass, not the man. I’m keeping him.”
Larissa rolled her eyes. “Okay, can I just say you two are my weirdest friends? In what world can two women be BFFs after tying the knot with the same guy?”
“Reality TV,” Sheila said, beaming. “Is Sister Wives still on the air?”
Reese shrugged. “No idea. But I like our arrangement better anyway. She has the guy, I have my sanity. It’s a win-win for everyone.”
“Amen,” Sheila said. “Not everyone finds their soulmate on the first try. There’s no shame in a starter marriage.”
Reese nodded, though she felt a dark wave roll through her. She didn’t think it was shame, exactly, but something made her want to change the subject in a hurry.
Larissa saved her from inventing a subject change. “Speaking of unscripted TV, did I tell you I cold-called that filmmaker?”
“What filmmaker?” Sheila glanced between them. “Are you making a movie?”
“Doubtful,” Reese said, squelching the urge to feel hopeful. “Riss had this idea for pitching a documentary on women in the wine industry, but it seems like a long shot.”
“Oh ye of little faith.” Larissa squared her shoulders. “I’ll have you know I got a call back from some big-shot producer, Kate Geary. I guess she’s got ties to the Pacific Northwest.”
“That’s great, hon.” Sheila beamed. “Way to go after what you want.”
“Thanks.” Larissa smiled proudly. “The producer thought the idea had promise.”
“No kidding?” Reese felt a flutter of hope. “That’s great.”
“Right?” Larissa propped her feet on the coffee table. “I told her I’d email details on our plans for the new event pavilion and tasting room. She thought that could be a cool hook. And she loved the idea about centering around women in the wine biz.”
“Nice work, Riss.” Sheila smiled. “And Eric will appreciate not being in the limelight. You know how superstitious he gets about people filming his work.”
“Your husband has issues,” Reese quipped.
Sheila laughed. “So does your ex-husband.”
“Weird,” Larissa said, shaking her head. “If we make it into this documentary, please keep it quiet you’ve been married to the same guy. We don’t want people knowing how bizarre we are.”
Reese ignored her cousin’s commentary. “What’s Eric doing tonight, anyway?”
“Hanging out with Clay at the house.”
