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here he came now. He parked next to her and unfolded himself from his car. The navy suit he wore was obviously custom tailored, as were all his suits, befitting a successful litigator. Funny, but on him it didn’t look pretentious. In fact, while his legal reputation had five stars next to it, he didn’t seem to have developed an ego from it. Confident but not egotistical. Nor, if she was honest with herself, did he look like the manwhore she assumed him to be.
    Quit it, Avery. Next thing, you’ll be telling yourself it’s okay to take a chance with him.
    Maybe she should tweet herself to get a brain here. If only she could find a way to get rid of those incredibly erotic dreams that were making her think about things she shouldn’t do with a man she shouldn’t want.
    A heavy sigh escaped her, but then she pasted on her public smile as he stepped close to her.
    “Ready for this?” she asked.
    “You keep asking me,” he pointed out with a tiny smile. “Do you think I’m going to flake out when we still have so much to accomplish?”
    “As a matter of fact, I have to admit you surprise me. I didn’t expect such a level of participation.”
    A grin teased his lips. “I’m sorry you have such a low opinion of me. I’m actually enjoying this. Unexpectedly,” he added.
    “I believe you are.” And wasn’t she just surprised about that. “By the way, the invitations were ready this morning. The printer tweeted me, I ran over and checked them out, then called the messenger service to pick them up for delivery.”
    “I have to admit that was a great idea.” He waved toward the winery. “Shall we?”
    Avery always loved the interior of the main winery building. Visitors walked into a tasting room with slate flooring and oak paneling, discreet wine-related art on the walls, wine-themed merchandise here and there, and a long bowed counter for tasting. There were also small patio tables and chairs scattered throughout the room for those visitors who bought wine and decided to consume some on the premises.
    A wide archway to the left opened into an equally elegant dining room, with a menu created by a chef cordon bleu. The Montroses had spared nothing when they created this place, and the business they drew was a testament to their taste and hard work.
    “Avery. We’ve been watching for you.”
    Avery turned to see Johanna Montrose enter the tasting room from the offices behind it. She hurried over to the woman who gave her a quick hug.
    “I love coming here,” Avery told the other woman. “And you always take such good care of me.” She motioned for Tanner to move up to them. “Do you know Tanner Voss?”
    “Of course!” Her face lit up, and she held out her arms to give him a hug. “It’s so good to see you.”
    Avery wondered if there was a woman in the world who was immune to Tanner’s charms. It shocked her to realize, as she watched the two people next to her, that this really wasn’t an act with Tanner. He truly liked the woman, and there was nothing false about either his expression or his body language. Was it possible she—No, no, no. She couldn’t afford to go there.
    Johanna turned back to her. “You’ll have to tell me sometime how you roped him into this.”
    “Since both the bride and groom decided to leave town after dumping this accelerated wedding date in my lap, Tanner’s been good enough to stand in for them in making the necessary choices.”
    “Why, Tanner”—Johanna winked at him—“what a nice thing for you to do. Well.” She turned back to Avery. “Shall we get started? Based on what you said, I have some suggestions.”
    She led them over to the tasting bar where Avery and Tanner took adjoining stools.
    For the next hour, they discussed the fine points of the wines Johanna had selected. She explained the particular flavor and essence of each one and poured them a taste. In between, they cleaned their palates with oyster crackers. When the wines had been selected,