The Ashtons: Jillian, Eli & Charlotte. Bronwyn Jameson

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      “That’s one of the reasons I want to open the place up and bring in more light. That, and because to really show the differences in appearance and color of the wines you need natural light.”

      “I’ve been thinking about the light problem.”

      Seth pulled those long legs—which she hadn’t been noticing—under him and stood. When he moved along the wall, touching, inspecting, contemplating, she was intrigued enough to get back on her tired feet and follow.

      “What would you think about arched windows, both sides of the room?” he asked.

      “How big?”

      “Floor to ceiling. Modeled on your entrance doors. Same shape, same width.”

      “Yes. Oh, yes,” Jillian breathed, containing the excitement that cannoned around inside—he’s going to do it! He’s taking on the job!—by pacing out that width of window and nodding her satisfaction. “Arches are perfect, Seth. A reflection of the shape of the wine barrel, the bottle, the glass. Will knocking that shape into the walls be a problem?”

      “Not for me, but the windows have to be custom-made. They won’t come cheap.”

      “I’ll figure out a way to sell them to Cole.”

      “I could talk to him—”

      “No!”

      She cut him off too abruptly, given the way his eyes narrowed, but she felt a strong need to keep control of this project. To let him know she wasn’t the weak basket case he’d had to rescue from Jason’s mess.

      “There’s no need for that,” she added in a more reasonable tone. “Cole should be getting used to my additions and changes.”

      “Yeah?” The focus of that narrow-eyed interest shifted. “What else have you changed since Monday?”

      “Uniforms. These—” she held her arms out a little, showing the claret polo shirt all the tasting-room staff wore “—have to go.”

      “Too stuffy?”

      “And not individual enough. The marketing campaign is based around Louret’s individual hands-on approach and attention to detail. So, Mercedes and I decided we needed non-uniform uniforms. We’ll have a range of separates—tops and bottoms—in the same palette of colors, but every one different according to our own tastes.”

      Seth nodded, seemingly impressed. She was impressed that his eyes hadn’t glazed over as Cole’s and Eli’s had when she pitched the idea to them. Not that they weren’t interested in the tasting room’s vital function at Louret, more that they weren’t interested in wardrobe choices.

      Plus they’d both been distracted lately by the ongoing legal meetings over Spencer Ashton and the Lattimer estate.

      “So, you’re after a bright and relaxed atmosphere and a functional, comfortable work space.”

      “Yes, that’s it exactly!” Seth Bennedict didn’t only understand her plans but the reasoning behind them, and that set him apart from every other builder she’d spoken to.

      That and the fact that he was here, tape measure and notebook in hand.

      “So.” She drew a slow breath in a bid to steady the nervous let-this-work-out churning in her stomach. “Does this mean you are going to quote?”

      “Yes.”

      Yes! But she contained the urge to punch the air, needing to ask one more question. The biggy. “Is this a serious quote, Seth? Do you really want the job or are you only humoring me because I practically begged?”

      He looked at her strangely. “I’m sorry. Did I miss the begging?”

      “The other morning, at the stables.” She waved a hand in that general direction, but she did not want to go back there. She did not want to remember the desperate edge of panic that had driven her to swallow her pride and ask, straight out, for his help. “You said you’d take a look, no promises. What changed your mind?”

      For a second he looked right at her, and something in his eyes made her draw herself back, as if that might deflect the impact of all that dark intensity. Then he hitched a shoulder and answered ever so casually. “Like you said, it’s a small job. And I’ve decided to take the opportunity to get my hands dirty.”

       Oh, my Lord, it would be Villa Firenze all over again. The dangerous glint in his eyes. The masculine scent of hard work and hot muscles. The glimpse of his skin, glistening with sweat. Her own unaccustomed reaction, part fascination, part run-like-hell terror.

      Jillian swallowed. “You’re going to do the work yourself?”

      “Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”

      “But you said you were booked solid right through summer. ” She scrambled to bring order to her thoughts. “How will you fit this in?”

      “By juggling and overtime. Will working at night present any problems?”

      Yes, no, probably not. Frowning, she considered the situation. If he worked nights, there’d be less disruption. Less bitching from Eli about builders under his feet. “No, that would work,” she said slowly. “But what about Rachel?”

      He stared at her a moment. “I thought you wanted me on this job.”

      “I do. Yes. Absolutely.”

      “Then stop reminding me why it’s not going to be easy.”

      “Okay,” she said, exhaling in a long rush. “But promise me that if there’s ever a problem with Rachel and child care, you’ll let me know.”

      “Rachel’s not your problem, Jillian.”

      “I know that.” And she had no reason to feel stung, no matter how she felt about his little girl who’d lost her mother due to Jason’s recklessness.

      Not your fault, she reminded herself. You had no influence over him. You couldn’t slow him down, settle him down, or keep him satisfied. You can’t hold yourself responsible for his actions.

      She lifted her chin and looked Seth square in the eye. “And I don’t want to create any problems for her, either, Seth. You’re doing me a big favor here. Let me do this one small thing in return.”

      “If it’s ever an issue.”

      “You’ll call me, let me help you out?”

      She didn’t think he would relent, and he did so finally with the barest inclination of his head. A small acknowledgment rather than any kind of surrender, but that was enough.

      Unlike his brother, Seth Bennedict was a man of his word and Jillian intended to keep him to it.

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