of this made them want to get to the bottom of it.
“Your brother is in good hands,” he offered, patting her on the arm.
That helped Tori relax.
She wanted to make sure Beau was okay. After all, this was his first case. She didn't want him in danger and wandering round all by himself. Their jobs could be very dangerous, and since they didn't know what they were up against, she had to be concerned.
They heard her coming first.
It would be hard not to, since she was wearing heels as she stormed across the tile floor.
Both men glanced over as a very statuesque woman headed their way. Daniel Nelms grinned at her, and Julian recognized her from the file.
This was the owner’s wife-- his MUCH younger one .
It made him want to laugh.
They didn't look like a couple. While he and Tori stood the same height, they fit each other like two halves, but this woman was insanely tall, and when you saw Daniel with her, you had to scratch your head.
He was short, stout, and bald.
She was the exact opposite.
Talk about opposite sides of the spectrum.
“Sweetheart, I’d like you to meet the Littlemoons,” he stated, introducing them. “This is Julian, and here is his lovely wife Tori.”
The woman sized up their guests.
Tori noticed that she spent a great deal of time ‘checking’ him out. She wasn’t shocked. It happened a lot. Natives weren’t all over there place, and they were exotic.
Well, at least to her.
When the woman focused on her, it was a look of distaste. It screamed, ‘Why is he with you when there are so many other women out there?’, and she knew it.
Yeah, she wasn’t surprised.
They offered her their hands.
The woman wasn’t rude, but she wasn’t warm and friendly like her husband. It was hard not to notice that she was rebuilt by the hand of a surgeon. No one’s skin was that taut.
No one’s.
And her breasts?
Tori wanted to laugh.
Julian moved out of the woman’s way, and Tori was enjoying how uncomfortable he appeared to be. It probably had everything to do with the incredibly low cut shirt the woman was wearing. Her breasts were right there, nearly in their faces. Obviously, Julian had checked them out, but who could blame him?
Tori did too.
They were ridiculous.
If her husband didn't notice them, she was going to get his eyes checked. When you passed by a train wreck, it was second nature to look.
She wouldn’t fault him for that.
“Hello! Welcome to Darkwood Monastery,” she offered, grabbing a bottle and two glasses of wine from the table. Immediately, she poured some for them, splashing it all over the place.
Obviously, someone was already half a bottle into her own product. That was funny, since it was barely noon.
Tori declined. “No thank you.”
The woman looked perplexed. “But this is a winery. You have to drink. I had some with breakfast. It’s made from the finest California grapes. It’s like having a fruit salad.”
Well, good to see Tori could still pick the biggest lush out of the room. Some skills never went to waste.
She shoved the glass at Tori.
“I’m sorry, but I’m pregnant. I can’t, but my husband will be more than happy to have both his and mine,” she said, still smiling.
Tori didn't say she wouldn’t make him pay for noticing the woman’s breasts. She just didn't blame him.
Julian gave her the look.
When she grinned wickedly, he knew why he was forced to chug the wine. The half-naked woman had caused this.
Hell!
It wasn’t as if he picked out her clothes.
This wasn’t exactly fair.
“Bottoms up, babe,” she teased. “Is it nippy in here?” she asked, just as he started drinking.
Of course, he started choking.
Tori smiled in victory as she patted him on the back, and then grabbed his ass.
He got the point.
Julian kept drinking.
Tori nearly laughed. This was going to be fun. If the blonde bombshell was going to be throwing wine around, Julian was in for one hell of a workweek. It’s a good thing she had medicine for
“Your brother is in good hands,” he offered, patting her on the arm.
That helped Tori relax.
She wanted to make sure Beau was okay. After all, this was his first case. She didn't want him in danger and wandering round all by himself. Their jobs could be very dangerous, and since they didn't know what they were up against, she had to be concerned.
They heard her coming first.
It would be hard not to, since she was wearing heels as she stormed across the tile floor.
Both men glanced over as a very statuesque woman headed their way. Daniel Nelms grinned at her, and Julian recognized her from the file.
This was the owner’s wife-- his MUCH younger one .
It made him want to laugh.
They didn't look like a couple. While he and Tori stood the same height, they fit each other like two halves, but this woman was insanely tall, and when you saw Daniel with her, you had to scratch your head.
He was short, stout, and bald.
She was the exact opposite.
Talk about opposite sides of the spectrum.
“Sweetheart, I’d like you to meet the Littlemoons,” he stated, introducing them. “This is Julian, and here is his lovely wife Tori.”
The woman sized up their guests.
Tori noticed that she spent a great deal of time ‘checking’ him out. She wasn’t shocked. It happened a lot. Natives weren’t all over there place, and they were exotic.
Well, at least to her.
When the woman focused on her, it was a look of distaste. It screamed, ‘Why is he with you when there are so many other women out there?’, and she knew it.
Yeah, she wasn’t surprised.
They offered her their hands.
The woman wasn’t rude, but she wasn’t warm and friendly like her husband. It was hard not to notice that she was rebuilt by the hand of a surgeon. No one’s skin was that taut.
No one’s.
And her breasts?
Tori wanted to laugh.
Julian moved out of the woman’s way, and Tori was enjoying how uncomfortable he appeared to be. It probably had everything to do with the incredibly low cut shirt the woman was wearing. Her breasts were right there, nearly in their faces. Obviously, Julian had checked them out, but who could blame him?
Tori did too.
They were ridiculous.
If her husband didn't notice them, she was going to get his eyes checked. When you passed by a train wreck, it was second nature to look.
She wouldn’t fault him for that.
“Hello! Welcome to Darkwood Monastery,” she offered, grabbing a bottle and two glasses of wine from the table. Immediately, she poured some for them, splashing it all over the place.
Obviously, someone was already half a bottle into her own product. That was funny, since it was barely noon.
Tori declined. “No thank you.”
The woman looked perplexed. “But this is a winery. You have to drink. I had some with breakfast. It’s made from the finest California grapes. It’s like having a fruit salad.”
Well, good to see Tori could still pick the biggest lush out of the room. Some skills never went to waste.
She shoved the glass at Tori.
“I’m sorry, but I’m pregnant. I can’t, but my husband will be more than happy to have both his and mine,” she said, still smiling.
Tori didn't say she wouldn’t make him pay for noticing the woman’s breasts. She just didn't blame him.
Julian gave her the look.
When she grinned wickedly, he knew why he was forced to chug the wine. The half-naked woman had caused this.
Hell!
It wasn’t as if he picked out her clothes.
This wasn’t exactly fair.
“Bottoms up, babe,” she teased. “Is it nippy in here?” she asked, just as he started drinking.
Of course, he started choking.
Tori smiled in victory as she patted him on the back, and then grabbed his ass.
He got the point.
Julian kept drinking.
Tori nearly laughed. This was going to be fun. If the blonde bombshell was going to be throwing wine around, Julian was in for one hell of a workweek. It’s a good thing she had medicine for
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