“Really? Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Too bad, because guess who just walked in.”

“Adam Levine? Because I’d make him an exception to my new rule.”

“No, not quite. But that hot guy from Wine and Diner just came in, looking pretty fly in faded jeans and a blue button-down shirt.”

“Reid Greenfield?” Addison’s pulse quickened, and it was hard not to turn around for a look. “Oh, I forgot to tell you that I met him while you were on the phone.”

“You did? So he talked to you?”

“Well . . .” Addison rolled her eyes. “Yeah, after I ran into him, spilling tea all over his white T-shirt. Not my finest moment.”

Mia laughed. “Well, I spilled ice water onto Cam’s lap the first time we met, so believe it or not, this could be the start of something good.”

“Mia . . .” Addison warned in a low voice.

Mia raised her hands upward in surrender.

“I’m not starting anything with anybody.”

“I know . . .” she said glumly. “Oh . . . he is coming closer, at the tub of iced beer behind you.”

“Again, I’m not interested in starting anything except for a business,” Addison insisted, even though the urge to turn around got stronger when she heard Reid’s smooth, sexy voice asking for a Kentucky Ale. The fact that Reid was standing fairly close made her skin feel warm and tingly. “But as a matter of fact, Reid was interested in me. In hiring me as a consultant, that is.”

Mia took a sip of her Honky-Tonk Heaven. “Really? For a wedding?” She pulled a pout. “Is he getting married?”

“No, actually, he wants me to dissuade his sister from renovating a barn on their property to use for wedding receptions. He doesn’t think it’s a good way to invest her retirement money.”

Mia shook her head. “Well, Reid might just be wrong. Barn weddings used to be popular only among farmers, but it’s recently come back in vogue. I’ve been doing research for my own wedding and barn weddings are pretty cool. I even pinned a couple to my wedding wish board in Pinterest.”

“So you like the concept?”

“Yeah, I like intertwining something rustic and earthy with elegance. It’s not like it’s something new, but barn weddings are gaining mainstream popularity. It has the earthy appeal that everyone’s going for these days. And weddings are big bucks. She might be on to something lucrative, and you should talk to her about it.”

“But Reid wants me to talk her out of it.”

Mia tapped the table with her fingernail. “But as a consultant it would be up to you to change his mind if your research proves otherwise.”

Addison didn’t think that would go over too well, since he was pretty much dead set against his sister taking a risk, but she nodded. She’d definitely want to do a lot of research and look at the property and numbers before presenting her case to him. “I suppose so.”

“Well, guess what. Reid is heading over here right now.”

“He is?” Addison swallowed hard and suddenly felt a flutter of nervous anticipation. A moment later he was standing at their table, smiling. Addison felt her cheeks grow warm and the flutter remained. “Well, hello, Reid,” she managed, a bit embarrassed that her voice sounded breathy.

“Hi, Addison,” he said in that slow Southern way, and nodded to Mia and offered his hand. “I’m Reid Greenfield. I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Mia Monroe.” Mia smiled. “Nice to meet you, Reid. Would you like to join us?”

Addison narrowed her eyes slightly at her cousin, who gave her a look of pure innocence.

“Sure, I’ll join you for a drink. Would you ladies like a refill?”

Knowing she shouldn’t have another martini, Addison felt her head nod up and down, anyway.

“Mia?” Reid asked, but Mia’s phone beeped.

“Oh my gosh,” Mia said as she looked down at a text message. “Cam’s game got canceled and he has tomorrow off. He’s coming home for the night! He said he’ll be home in an hour or so.” Mia bounced up and down in her chair.

“Oh, Mia, that’s awesome!” Addison exclaimed, but then frowned. “Oh, hey, listen. I’ll stay somewhere else tonight.”

“No!” Mia protested. Her bouncing stopped. “I can’t let you do that.”

“I insist. Didn’t you say that there’s a furnished condo up for grabs? Let’s go move my stuff from your guestroom now before Cam arrives.”

“Addison, I don’t want you spending your first night here alone. We can hang out together. I want you to meet Cam.”

“Mia, how long has it been since you’ve seen your fiancé?”

“Ten days, three hours, and five minutes,” she said with a small smile.

“Exactly.”

“I’ll get Addison home safely,” Reid offered, causing both women to look his way. “If you’d like to stay, that is.” He gestured toward the paper. “I’m pretty good at trivia.”

Before Addison could answer, Mia said, “I’ll get the keys from the front desk before they close. Do you have spare car keys?”

“Yes, but—”

“Super. Give them to me and I’ll put the instruction packet and keys in your car, in case you wind up staying here late. I’m pretty sure the condo will be on the ground floor. They keep a few of those open for families who come in to visit baseball players.” Without giving Addison a chance to protest Mia held out her hand for the keys. “Cam will most likely have to leave in the afternoon, but let’s get together for breakfast. Not too early, though.”

Knowing it was pointless to argue and not really sure that she wanted to anyway, Addison put her spare key in Mia’s palm.

“Great, I’ll see you in the morning. Nice to meet you, Reid,” Mia said as she scrambled from her seat. “Take good care of my cuz, okay?” She hurried toward the door without looking back.

“Did you just get railroaded into this?” Reid asked with a slight grin.

“No . . . I . . . well, kinda,” she admitted, but gestured toward a stool. “But since you’re so good at trivia, have a seat.”

“I might have embellished that statement a little,” he admitted as he sat down.

“That’s okay. I probably have enough useless knowledge for the both of us.”

“I doubt that there’s anything useless about you . . . I mean, your knowledge,” he added, and then raised the bottle to his lips. Addison tried not to be a bit fascinated at the strong column of his throat as he swallowed, or the fact that the first three buttons of his blue shirt were undone, giving Addison an enticing view of tanned skin and a peek at dark chest hair. Most California men shaved their chest and Addison found the masculine sight sexy as hell.

“So what should our team name be?” Addison asked, and picked up the pencil. “We have to turn our answers in with a team name.”

“How about City Girl and Country Boy?” Reid suggested with a grin that caused a cute dimple to dent his left cheek. When he leaned back a little his shirt gaped open wider, making Addison wonder what he looked like shirtless. She remembered how his tea-stained T-shirt had clung to his chest and decided he would look pretty amazing. “Don’t like the idea?” he asked when she failed to respond—well, at least not in a verbal way.

“Oh, um, no, it’s a good name.” Feeling her cheeks grow warm she dipped her head and wrote the name down and tried to cool off with the last sip of her drink.

“Oh, I forgot to order you a refill. What are you drinking?”

“A Redneck Sunset.”

Reid laughed, and just like his voice, his laughter was deep and smooth, and Addison decided that she liked the sound. “I’ll go up to the main bar and get you another one. It’s too busy to wait for a server.”

“Thanks,” Addison said. She pushed the glass his way just as he reached for it. Their fingers briefly brushed together in an accidental way, but Addison felt a warm awareness. What was it about Reid that made her feel like a lovestruck teenager? She watched him walk across the room, drawing female attention, and when a woman walked over and embraced him Addison felt a flash of jealousy. She wanted to slap her hand off Reid’s forearm, and suddenly felt foolish. She decided that she was suffering from some sort of postengagement-breakup syndrome that was making her react this way. And then she remembered what Mia had said in answer to how you knew when love was the real deal.

The kiss.

What would it be like to kiss Reid?

Would it feel different from when she kissed Garret? Garret had been a good kisser. She’d always enjoyed kissing him. Really, could a mere kiss be anything mind-blowing?

Addison decided that for the sake of curiosity she needed to find out.

A text message from Mia said that she was in the process of moving Addison’s suitcases into condo 129 and the keys would be in her car. Addison smiled at the message. There was no way she was going to intrude on Mia’s night with Cam. The dreamy look on Mia’s sweet face told the story. Her cousin was deeply in love and it showed. Addison wondered if her moment of realization that she was truly, deeply, madly in love would ever come.

“From This Moment!” she said with a snap of her fingers.

“From this moment . . . what . . . my little city girl?” Reid asked as he leaned in close and placed another Redneck Sunset in front of her. Deep in thought, Addison turned in surprise as he straightened. Their lips came just shy of brushing together. The moment was brief, but her heated response lingered.

Feeling a little bit rattled, Addison waved a hand through the air, nearly knocking over her martini. “Oh, I’m just thinking of names for my shop. I kind of like From This Moment,” she said a bit shyly.

“Like the Shania Twain song?”

Addison frowned. “I’m not sure . . . Wait. I think I know the song you’re talking about.”