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snorted, but continued on.
    As Adam talked about winemaking and the grapes and even the fertilizer, she had to admit that she wasn’t the least bit bored. The man seemed to come alive as he talked: it was that alone that kept her listening. She’d never been the type of person to listen to someone talk for a long stretch of time—she had the attention span of a squirrel most days—but as she followed Adam along, she drank in every word.
    It almost helped that the man himself was attractive. She wouldn’t deny it: he was handsome, and if he weren’t a dick, she’d climb him like a tree. She hadn’t gotten laid in months—not since Jeremy dumped her—and her libido had been whining to her for a while. But her heart remained sore and the cracks hadn’t healed yet, and she’d been determined to keep her pants on to avoid any more heartbreak. She’d never been good about separating sex and love, and the last thing she needed right now was more pain and anguish when it came to a man.
    Joy was still a writer, though, and she always enjoyed watching people. She watched as Adam bent down and showed her the little buds that would somehow turn into grapes come August. His dark hair tended to get in his eyes, and he brushed it away without even noticing it. His hands were tan, the fingers long and the nails well groomed, and she noticed that he still wore a wedding band. Grace had told her he’d lost his wife, and at the memory, she felt a sudden surge of sympathy for him.
    He was too young to lose a spouse; they couldn’t have been married for long. She watched him as he rose, seemingly unaware of where her mind had gone. She wondered how he’d met his wife, if they’d wanted to have kids, if he ever thought he’d marry again.
    And then she shook her head, as it wasn’t any of her business anyway. She had a tendency to be rather nosy—came with the territory of being a writer—and if given a morsel of a good story, she wanted to follow it to the bitter end like a bloodhound. But this wasn’t a good story: it was Adam’s life.
    “Your shoulders are all red,” he pointed out abruptly. “Probably should’ve put on sunscreen.”
    Okay, it was his life, but he was still a dick. She looked at her shoulders—shit, he was right. She was sunburned.
    “I hate you, sun!” she said with fist raised.
    Adam looked beyond into the vineyard, and then started back to the main building without explanation.
    “Hey, are we done? You didn’t even show me those vines over there.” She hurried to catch up.
    “The tour doesn’t include the entire vineyard. And I have work to do.”
    Joy scrunched her nose at his back. “‘I have work to do,’” she muttered under her breath. “Probably working on pulling that stick out of his ass.”
    If he heard her, he made no sign of it. She sighed, feeling the sting of her sunburn already. Chicago wasn’t really a place to get a tan, so she should’ve known better than to go outside in full-sun for more than five seconds. She could hear her mom’s voice in her head, admonishing her. You’ll get skin cancer doing that! Remember Aunt Marta and her moles that spread all over her back?
    How could she forget Aunt Marta’s moles? She shuddered.
    She wondered if Adam had any moles on his back. Probably not. He seemed like he’d never allow himself something so human. And then that thought inevitably led to what he’d look like without his shirt, and how muscular his back—and front—would be. Would he have hair on his chest, or did he do a little waxing down here in the boonies? She imagined he’d have a bit of a happy trail, leading down to the ultimate prize—
    Whoa, do not go there , she told herself sternly. You cannot, will not, under any circumstances, get it on with this asshole. Her mind was stern, but her libido kept up the whining, anyway. Couldn’t she just have tiny, measly little fling? Just a grab and go without getting all entangled?
    As Adam opened the door for