The Montgomery estate in Napa Valley was even more impressive than I'd expected—rolling vineyards stretching toward distant hills, a sprawling Mediterranean-style mansion that spoke of old money and refined taste. As our car wound up the circular drive, I tried to focus on the upcoming lunch rather than the tension that had been building between Ethan and me since this morning.
He'd been coldly professional during the drive, discussing Montgomery's investment preferences and the key points he needed to hit during their business conversation. Gone was any trace of the man who had kissed me with desperate hunger just hours before. In his place sat the calculating CEO I'd first met at The Line Hotel.
"Remember," he said as Harrison opened our door, "we're madly in love and planning a spring wedding. Montgomery's old-fashioned—he'll want to hear about our future plans."
I nodded, forcing a smile as Gabriel Montgomery approached us on the front steps, his arms outstretched in welcome.
