2. Jennifer
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Jennifer
I’d kissed Julian Wright once before.
Just once.
At Jensen and Emery’s wedding, we’d danced all night, and he kissed me before saying good-night. I hoped it was the start of something special. I’d been wrong.
He’d moved to Lubbock from Vancouver to be with his mom during her cancer diagnosis. It was the third time she’d fought it, and she beat it again. But that year, dealing with her chemotherapy, had been a blur for Julian. And when he’d come out of the haze, he’d found Ashleigh. Not me.
I hadn’t been surprised. What had I expected anyway? He was a Wright. They were essentially royalty in our dusty, small town. And he hadn’t been treated any differently as a Wright cousin when he moved here. I couldn’t believe that he’d even seen me ever so briefly at that wedding.
When he’d found Ashleigh Sinclair, I’d thought that made perfect sense. Her parents were big-time real estate moguls. They owned almost everything downtown and near Texas Tech University. Wright built the town, and the Sinclairs owned it. That was how it had been for years. Why wouldn’t a Wright end up with a Sinclair? And not…some nerdy girl with a camera permanently attached to her face. Some girl who hadn’t even gotten into pharmacy school. Someone like…me.
Or at least, that was what all my dark fears said about me. My therapist was working with me on my negative talk and worst-case scenario-ing. I was better than I’d ever been. But not as good as I could be.
As Julian had his lips pressed to mine, I hoped that this time would be different. That he’d see me again. Even though I knew it would never happen.
Julian pulled back just barely. Our lips still hovered together. I could have hung in that second forever. His dark eyes opened to look down into my hazel eyes. Something flashed across his face that I couldn’t place. I’d never seen him look at me like that.
I swallowed, wanting nothing more than to stand on my tiptoes and claim his mouth for mine again. But at the end of the day, I’d never be confident enough to do that.
“What is going on here?” Ashleigh’s voice snapped me out of my reverie.
Julian’s jaw tensed at the sound of Ashleigh’s high-pitched voice. And that fast, I lost him. If I’d ever had him.
He wrenched back, his face a mask of tightly controlled fury. “Ashleigh…”
I winced at the sound of his voice. I’d never heard him talk like that before. Charming Julian Wright had fled the building. He’d been betrayed by Ashleigh. He hadn’t forgiven her, and he wouldn’t forget what she’d done. If it were me, I’d be cowering at that voice. But Ashleigh continued to look at him in some form of mock shock.
“I came to see you, and this is happening?” she demanded.
“What are you doing here?” he snarled.
“I wanted to see you.”
“You’re not allowed on the premises.”
Ashleigh flicked her bright blonde hair off her shoulder. “I came to talk to you about the gala that we’d planned.”
Julian tensed. “What about it?”
“I have some final details to go over with you, and I want to coordinate our outfits.”
“We’re not going together,” he said lethally.
Ashleigh fluttered her eyelashes. “We always planned to, love.”
“That was before.”
“We can get past this…”
My jaw dropped. The audacity of this woman.
“It’s time for you to leave, Ashleigh. If you have something to discuss with me, you can send an email,” Julian said, crossing his arms over his chest and straightening to his considerable height. “Now, go.”
Ashleigh’s smile turned purely feline. “But, babyyy…”
Her whine grated on my nerves. No one had ever really liked Ashleigh, even when we’d tolerated her for Julian’s sake. I still had no idea what he had seen in her as far as personality went. She was a nightmare. But she was gorgeous with long tan legs, thick blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. She always wore the latest fashions and had money coming out of her ears. Maybe it was easier to ignore her personality with all the rest in your face. Maybe for a dude.
“Don’t make me call the cops.”
“You wouldn’t,” she hissed.
He narrowed his eyes, as if to say, Just try me.
“I’m done with this. If I see you on the property again, I’ll have you arrested.” He stepped forward, towering over her already-tall frame. “And I’ll push to take you to court for everything you did earlier this year, too.”
Ashleigh sighed and rolled her eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”
Part of me wanted to reach out and shake her. She literally didn’t see the danger in front of her face. The other part of me wished I had her gall.
Julian looked like he was going to blow his gasket, but she dismissively waved her hand.
“I know this isn’t real. There’s no way you could go from me to that.” She pointed at me.
My face turned three shades of red. I swallowed and wished I had a comeback to that. Instead, I felt humiliated by the accuracy.
Julian stepped forward. “Don’t f*****g talk to her like that.”
Ashleigh lifted one shoulder. “Whatever.”
She turned on her four-inch stiletto heels and stalked back through the cellar. Julian watched her exit with hypervigilance. Not until she was out of the building did he finally relax and slump back against the doorframe.
“f**k,” he said, running his hand down his face. “Fuck.”
“You okay?”
He shook his head. His eyes were squeezed shut. Then, they cracked back open and met mine. “I’m so sorry for everything.”
“You can’t control what she says and does.”
“No,” he said easily, pushing off of the doorframe. “But I can control what I did.”
I flushed and looked down at the ground again. Here it comes. All the ways he regretted that kiss. The kiss that I thought had been perfect…even if it was fake.
“You were just telling me that some other guy touched you without your permission, and then what do I do? Kiss you without asking if it’s okay.”
“It’s fine,” I said quickly.
“I mean, it was a great kiss.”
My head jerked up in surprise. “It was?”
He laughed and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I thought so. If you didn’t like it, then I’m doubly sorry.”
“No, it wasn’t…it was fine,” I finished lamely.
“Fine,” he said with a nod. “My mother tells me that fine never means fine from a woman. So, I’m going to continue to apologize for everything that happened. Kissing you without your permission and everything Ashleigh said. Don’t listen to a word out of her mouth. I learned the hard way how much of a poisonous snake she is.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” he said automatically. “Should I continue apologizing?”
I laughed and shook my head. “It’s okay. You saved me first. I was happy to do the same.”
His smile was electric. “I guess we’re even then?”
“We are,” I agreed.
“Good. Well, I should probably get our photographer back to the concert before it starts.” He gestured for me to step out of his office, and we went back toward the barn.
I bit the inside of my cheek as I second-guessed whether or not I should dive into his business. Curiosity ended up getting the better of me. “Have you been dealing with a lot of Ashleigh?”
He breathed out heavily. “Well, sort of. She didn’t take our breakup well. Mostly she’s mad that she got caught and thinks that if she pushes enough, I’ll bend to her will.”
“That doesn’t sound like you.”
He flashed me a smile. “It doesn’t, does it? Stubbornness runs in my family.”
“Sure does.”
He nudged me. “Hey!”
“What? Sutton is one of my best friends. I’ve seen Wright stubbornness way up close.”
“Yeah. It doesn’t matter how much Ashleigh hounds me; we’re not getting back together.”
“I’d think not after what she did.”
“Never pegged you as a grudge-holder, Gibson.”
I flushed at the use of my last name. “I’m not. But she didn’t just hurt you, she tried to force you into her mold and hurt the winery, too. I’m kind of attached to it, to be honest.”
“Me or the vineyard?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
I covered my blush with a laugh. “The vineyard!”
“Likely story.”
Our eyes met, and we both broke down into laughter. As much as I wanted something with Julian, the main reason I’d never gone for it was because of what was happening right here between us. I was into him, but I valued his friendship more. I wouldn’t risk losing this easiness between us to shoot for more.
I pulled my camera up and snapped a picture of him.
“Hey!”
I took another.
“What are you doing?”
“I won’t miss getting a real Julian smile.”
“Let me see,” he said, coming around to stand next to me.
I pulled the back of the camera up and flipped through the pictures I’d taken. This was the one thing I wasn’t self-conscious about. My pictures were good. I was certain of that. I loved photography, and I did it constantly. All those weddings had really honed my craft. I wasn’t like our friend Blaire, who was a legitimate social media influencer with a million followers, but I had a good thirty thousand–plus people following my photography. I’d been featured in wedding magazines and won contests for my work. This was my passion.
“Jesus Christ, Jen,” he breathed. “How the f**k do you do this?”
“Talent,” I teased.
He nodded his head. “Absolutely. I’m so glad that we convinced you to work here. Couldn’t have been easy, giving up all the traveling.”
“Well, it was, and it wasn’t,” I told him. “I like that I can be picky now, and as I said, I’m already attached to the place.”
His smile was bright. “Could you send me this one?” He pointed at the picture I’d captured of the real him—charming and laughing Julian Wright. Exactly how I saw him. “I’d like to put it on the website.”
“Definitely. That’s what I’m here for.”
We continued up the walk until we nearly reached the barn. I could hear the concert had already started and winced. I was supposed to be there for that.
We stepped inside to the backstage. It was loud from the show. Sutton was standing off to the side, watching the show. A group of the production crew was buzzing around. Hollin was speaking to the new manager, Alejandra. Jordan was sitting at a table with Annie in his lap. And someone else was standing before us that I’d never seen before.
Julian stiffened next to me. His eyes widened.
“Dad?” Julian gasped.
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