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“Yes,” Andrea nearly squealed. “I kind of love you a little. Nope, bunches. I love you like skateboarders love weed brownies.”
With a sexy little tilt of his head Spock replied, “Well, I’m happy to be your drug of choice.”
Andrea squealed again. “Where have you been? The wine industry has been frantic since you went off to wherever…”
Spock looked down at the unbreakable grip Andrea still had on his hand. She looked down too and refused to let go. Hell, she didn’t even look contrite.
Rue freakin’ loved this woman.
Spock smiled at their seemingly conjoined hands and answered, “I’ve been on a sabbatical. You know, doing my thing. Shaking a few trees.”
Andrea sighed and kind of melted. Rue worried the YouTuber might drop to the floor and pass out.
“My subscribers are going to go crazy when I tell them about this on tomorrow’s episode. Hold on, can you do a drop for the show? Something like, ‘This is Ian Somers and I’m hanging out with Andrea on Vine Whine’?” She paused and fixed him with a stare that said she would not be denied. “Say yes.”
Spock finally took his hand back but wrapped an arm around Andrea’s shoulders. “That’s not really my thing. The last time somebody put me on the internet the vineyard got mobbed by YA book fans looking for their favorite bad boy vampire. No more for me, thanks.”
Rue cleared her throat. Hello, recommendation. Perfect opportunity.
Andrea pouted. The roughly five-foot woman was so stinking cute with her short blonde hair, pixie looks, and big green eyes. Who could resist that face? Rue wanted to put her in her pocket and take her home.
“You could use my show to let your mom know you’re okay,” Andrea offered, her voice full of sunshine.
“She knows,” Spock said drily. “I send word through our network every few months. That reward is more about encouraging someone to drag my ass home.”
Rue made another plaintive noise. Spock glanced at her then back to Andrea. “I could make a selection for your Fresh Pick segment.” He gestured to Rue. “Actually my protégé will do it and I’ll make the introduction.”
Wow, Rue had picked the right accomplice. This guy had mastered the art of the con. He’d skirted his lack of wine knowledge while making Andrea think he’d be doing her a favor. Maybe fate had finally decided to roll toward good fortune for Rue.
They shot the video and Andrea thanked them profusely before assuring them it would go up the next day. Afterward, Jak invited them all out, so they joined him and a few members of his staff at a nearby Wine Cellar.
Rue spent the rest of the afternoon living a new sommelier’s dream. She impressed Andrea with her knowledge and her picks. Most shockingly, Spock sipped a couple of the offerings and pretended to enjoy them. Not to mention, Jak picked up the tab. What an absolutely fabulous day.
Therefore no one, including Mr. Spock, her perfect Ian clone, could blame Rue for getting drunk off her ass by 4 p.m. in the afternoon. Not even when she stripped naked and went furry in the streets.
Chapter Seven
Rue had called him by his name all afternoon. And it got to Ian. He knew she didn’t recognize him just yet. She didn’t realize the raggedy man who’d snarled in her father’s face was the same man whose name she hoped to build a future on. She merely wanted to avoid mistakes while hanging out with her idol, Andrea Cramer.
Ian had to give Rue extra points; despite being inappropriately drunk in the most hilarious ways, she hadn’t slipped up and called him Spock once. What bothered him wasn’t the deception. After all, impersonating yourself couldn’t be called lying. It was the way she said his name that got to him. She breathed life into it, starting with a soft “E” and ending in a sighing “Ahn.” Each time his name rolled off her tongue it absolutely slayed him. It tugged at his heart and sent shockwaves straight to his balls.
He’d spent
“Yes,” Andrea nearly squealed. “I kind of love you a little. Nope, bunches. I love you like skateboarders love weed brownies.”
With a sexy little tilt of his head Spock replied, “Well, I’m happy to be your drug of choice.”
Andrea squealed again. “Where have you been? The wine industry has been frantic since you went off to wherever…”
Spock looked down at the unbreakable grip Andrea still had on his hand. She looked down too and refused to let go. Hell, she didn’t even look contrite.
Rue freakin’ loved this woman.
Spock smiled at their seemingly conjoined hands and answered, “I’ve been on a sabbatical. You know, doing my thing. Shaking a few trees.”
Andrea sighed and kind of melted. Rue worried the YouTuber might drop to the floor and pass out.
“My subscribers are going to go crazy when I tell them about this on tomorrow’s episode. Hold on, can you do a drop for the show? Something like, ‘This is Ian Somers and I’m hanging out with Andrea on Vine Whine’?” She paused and fixed him with a stare that said she would not be denied. “Say yes.”
Spock finally took his hand back but wrapped an arm around Andrea’s shoulders. “That’s not really my thing. The last time somebody put me on the internet the vineyard got mobbed by YA book fans looking for their favorite bad boy vampire. No more for me, thanks.”
Rue cleared her throat. Hello, recommendation. Perfect opportunity.
Andrea pouted. The roughly five-foot woman was so stinking cute with her short blonde hair, pixie looks, and big green eyes. Who could resist that face? Rue wanted to put her in her pocket and take her home.
“You could use my show to let your mom know you’re okay,” Andrea offered, her voice full of sunshine.
“She knows,” Spock said drily. “I send word through our network every few months. That reward is more about encouraging someone to drag my ass home.”
Rue made another plaintive noise. Spock glanced at her then back to Andrea. “I could make a selection for your Fresh Pick segment.” He gestured to Rue. “Actually my protégé will do it and I’ll make the introduction.”
Wow, Rue had picked the right accomplice. This guy had mastered the art of the con. He’d skirted his lack of wine knowledge while making Andrea think he’d be doing her a favor. Maybe fate had finally decided to roll toward good fortune for Rue.
They shot the video and Andrea thanked them profusely before assuring them it would go up the next day. Afterward, Jak invited them all out, so they joined him and a few members of his staff at a nearby Wine Cellar.
Rue spent the rest of the afternoon living a new sommelier’s dream. She impressed Andrea with her knowledge and her picks. Most shockingly, Spock sipped a couple of the offerings and pretended to enjoy them. Not to mention, Jak picked up the tab. What an absolutely fabulous day.
Therefore no one, including Mr. Spock, her perfect Ian clone, could blame Rue for getting drunk off her ass by 4 p.m. in the afternoon. Not even when she stripped naked and went furry in the streets.
Chapter Seven
Rue had called him by his name all afternoon. And it got to Ian. He knew she didn’t recognize him just yet. She didn’t realize the raggedy man who’d snarled in her father’s face was the same man whose name she hoped to build a future on. She merely wanted to avoid mistakes while hanging out with her idol, Andrea Cramer.
Ian had to give Rue extra points; despite being inappropriately drunk in the most hilarious ways, she hadn’t slipped up and called him Spock once. What bothered him wasn’t the deception. After all, impersonating yourself couldn’t be called lying. It was the way she said his name that got to him. She breathed life into it, starting with a soft “E” and ending in a sighing “Ahn.” Each time his name rolled off her tongue it absolutely slayed him. It tugged at his heart and sent shockwaves straight to his balls.
He’d spent
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