A Sip of Sherry

A Sip of Sherry

Sherry

As the event planner for my family’s vineyard, I know how to handle pressure. Weddings, tastings, high-profile clients—I keep everything running smoothly. No distractions. No drama. And absolutely no dating coworkers.

Then came Ben.

We hit it off at a Halloween party. A little too well. One night. One mistake.

I told myself it didn’t happen. Then New Year’s Eve proved me wrong.

One more night. One more mistake. And then we were done.

Now, three months later, I have to act like nothing happened—again. Like I don’t remember the way he touched me. Like I don’t feel his eyes on me every time we ...