9
WHITTON
“Still can’t believe they had Wright wine in the liquor store,” Eve said as we carried our purchases upstairs. She hefted the bottle of red for me to see. “It has your name on it.”
“Yeah. It’s weird.”
Wright Vineyard had been started by Jordan, Julian, and Hollin as a joint venture. Between Jordan’s business acumen, Julian’s charisma, and Hollin’s vineyard work, it had taken off beyond their wildest dreams. They’d won state wine awards, and they were now distributing into most of Texas, New Mexico, Oklahoma, and Colorado.
“Is it weird, working at a company of your namesake?”
“I’ve gotten used to it.” I swiped the key card against the door and gestured for her to go in before me.
To be honest, working at Wright was both as weird as she’d made it out to be and more incredibl
