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Annie
I’d been to West Texas Winery more times than I could count. I’d seen it in its early glory. I’d seen it empty as they struggled when the money started to run out. I’d seen it packed, like it was tonight, as they pivoted to a more traditional bar scene.
But I’d never seen it disappear.
Not while I was inside of it.
Standing there with Jordan, the dancing, music, lights, and all the people just ceased to exist. We were on the periphery of it all, and I was trapped in that dark chocolate gaze, falling deeper and deeper into the amber flecks around the ebony pupil. Put into a trance by a vacuum into space that seemed to suck us into its vortex, leaving everything else behind.
Jordan Wright had seen right into my heart and plucked out the words I’d been thinking since the pool pa
