Chapter Five
NicoShe didn’t bother to tell me it was nearly a half-mile walk to the Cabernet lots. By the time we reach it, my shoulders are on fire, my biceps have seized, and I’m winded. This is the kind of s**t Navy SEALS do- carrying over a hundred pounds for miles on end. f**k me for trying to be a gentleman. I drop the barrel onto the picnic bench with a grunt, and flex my arms.
“You okay? Need a little water?” Alison teases with a giggle.
“I’m fine.” I growl. But I help myself anyway. A grappa-induced headache has started to form, and if I don’t nip it in the bud, today will be worse than hell.
“Be sure to stay hydrated,” Alison cautions. “It will feel cool, but we’re working in direct sunlight.”
I give her a salute and keep drinking.
She makes a frustrated noise in the back o
