pulled into the gravel lot. He waved and walked to where she parked. She stepped out of the car, and Cameron couldn’t help but look his fill. Her blonde waves grazed her shoulders, and she wore fitted khaki shorts with a cornflower-blue tank. She was also sporting her Burberry sunglasses so he couldn’t see her eyes. She closed the car door. “Waiting for me?” Absolutely. He’d meant what he’d said earlier—he’d been looking forward to this since they’d set the appointment. “You’re right on time. And dressed for a hike.” He dipped his gaze toward her boots. They looked worn. “You hike a lot?” She shrugged. “I don’t know if ‘a lot’ is accurate, but some.” She kicked a pebble. “These are kind of old and beat up.” “We should hike sometime. Hayden’s wife is really into it. We’ve taken some cool weekend trips.” Brooke turned toward the winery. “Where are we starting?” He noted that she ignored his invitation. She probably wanted to keep to business, as she’d told him the other night. But then he’d walked her home, and they’d had that near kiss. Plus, she’d openly flirted with him this morning with that sexy straw situation. It seemed like a social relationship might not be out of the realm of possibility. He sensed she preferred to take things—if there was ever going to be a thing—slow. He could do that. A tiny voice somewhere in the recesses of his mind asked how he could keep things casual and nurture a slow-burn relationship at the same time. He pretended that voice was talking to someone else. “We’ll start inside, if that’s okay,” he said. “Hayden will be here in a few minutes.” “Sounds good.” Cam held the door open as she stepped inside. Cool air greeted them, and he pulled his sunglasses off. “Hot one today.” “Definitely.” She pushed her glasses to the top of her head. She wore very little makeup, and he stood by his earlier assessment that she was stunning anytime. He turned his brain to the winery. “This is a gravity flow facility, which I’m sure you figured out. Top floor is business offices, and this main floor will be the tasting room—” “This space exactly, right?” She walked over to the wall of glass doors that opened to the patio and pushed one open. “Yes. The build-out is starting in a couple of weeks.” He followed her outside onto the covered deck. “This will be a pretty sweet place to sit and have a glass of Riesling.” She flashed him a smile before returning her gaze to the panorama before them. “Gorgeous view—same as upstairs.” It overlooked the vineyard and the town of Ribbon Ridge below. “Did you lose much vineyard when you built this?” “A bit, but we were able to acquire about ten acres up the hill. We planted that last year. All pinot noir.” She turned and walked back inside. “Plenty of space here for tables and events.” He closed the door as he came in. “That’s the idea.” He went to the wall on the left. “The bar will be here—there’s a kitchen on the other side.” He went through a door, and she followed him. She chuckled. “It needs a little work. A backsplash would be good.” He smiled. “It’s in progress. For now, we only need the fridge, the sink, the dishwasher, and the microwave. This will be finished before they start on the tasting room.” “Who’s they?” “My brother Dylan’s contracting company. We get roped into doing a lot too—keeps costs down, and frankly, we like doing it.” “Hello?” Hayden’s voice filtered into the kitchen. Cam turned toward the door. “That’s Hayden.” They moved back into the tasting room. Hayden held out his hand. “Good to see you again, Brooke. Thanks for coming today.” “Thanks for having me. I really appreciate the tour.” He grinned at her. “Just sell a ton of our wine, please.” She peered at him and shot a glance toward Cam. “Do you have a ton to