I stared down at the kitten and sighed. “I feel like I belong here.”
“You belong with me.”
Our fingers interlaced, and I realized that he was right. That belonging I’d always searched for, I had now. I had it here with Julian. He knew about all my deepest, darkest secrets and accepted me for who I was. I knew about the struggles he had with his dad and his family. And we fit—not despite the issues, but because we were overcoming them together.
And now, we were a little family here. A forever, all wrapped up in one little tortilla. One day, we’d want more, have more, but for now, this was right where I belonged.
Thank you so much for reading SERVES ME WRIGHT! I hope you enjoyed Julian & Jennifer’s story. Seeing them happy while dealing with Jennifer’s bout with anxiety and Julian’s issues with his family just brought me so much joy. And there’s more to come!
Next up is Hollin & Piper in WRIGHT RIVAL! “No one on this planet pushes my buttons like Hollin Abbey. Now our vineyards are rivals in the annual wine competition, and I’m determined to win. I just have to take out my Wright rival.” Turn the page for a sneak peek!
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Hollin & Piper: Wright Rival
Campbell & Blaire: Wright that Got Away
Nora: All the Wright Moves
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Wright Rival
Chapter One — Piper
“It’s not that I hate Wright Vineyard,” I said, gesturing to the interior of the barn I was currently drinking in with my friends. I shot a pointed look at Julian Wright, the owner of said establishment.
Julian held his hands up. “Hey, I didn’t say that you hate us.” He slid his arm around his girlfriend, Jennifer. “That’s just what Hollin has been spouting.”
I seethed at the very mention of his name. Hollin Abbey was…trouble. He was a thorn in my side on a good day, and a huge pain in the ass every other day. It was unfortunate that he was the hottest guy in town. He swaggered around like he was some Greek god to be worshipped. And worse, he knew how to push every one of my buttons
“Hollin is an asshole,” I spat.
Julian laughed. “Obviously.”
“It’s kind of his specialty,” Blaire said. She’d ditched her signature baseball cap for the night, and managed to look just as stunning in jeans with her dark curtain bangs falling into her blue eyes.
Bradley shot me a dopey grin. “You should just ignore him, sweetheart. Don’t let him get under your skin.”
I gritted my teeth at the words coming out of my boyfriend’s mouth. It had been six months since Bradley and I had decided to try this for real. After years of on-again, off-again, it was now or never. I should want to see happily ever after with Bradley. Then why did every word out of his mouth make me want to cringe? Why did the thought of continuing this another six months seem more like a business arrangement than anything with passion? Why was I even doing this?
“Sure. Ignore him,” I said. “That’s a good idea.”
Blaire hid her smile behind her wine glass. Jennifer coughed to try to cover her own laugh. The three of us were roommates, and they’d heard the long diatribe of should I or shouldn’t I dump my perfectly nice, normal, and considerate boyfriend.
“Hollin isn’t great at being ignored,” Julian said with a smile of his own. He had all of that Wright charm with the dark hair and eyes, enough charisma to spare, and the dominance of someone who always got what he wanted. And he’d gotten Jennifer the same way. But the smile he was shooting my way said that he’d heard about the worst of my relationship too.
“Just ask every girl he’s three date ruled,” I said with an arched eyebrow.
“Three date rule?” Bradley asked in confusion.
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. What he said isn’t true. I like it here. It’s just not Sinclair Cellars.”
“Touché,” Julian said.
My father had worked at Sinclair Cellars since he’d immigrated from Mexico in the ‘70s. After the owner’s kids had shown no interest in the property, my dad had worked his way up and been rewarded with ownership of one of the best vineyards in West Texas. I’d been working there since I was a kid and was now a manager. It was in my blood.
“You have to admit the barn is great here though,” Bradley said obliviously.
“Sure. The wine is better at Sinclair.”
Julian winced. “Hey, our new vintage is impeccable.”
“And yet we’re not drinking that.”
“Take that up with Hollin,” he said with a smirk.
“Whatever. I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
“Hey,” Bradley said. He leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “Come back soon.”
Then he tipped a little farther forward. Everything happened in slow motion as he lost control of his wine glass. I tried to jerk back but wasn’t fast enough. The glass slipped out of his hand, and the red wine we were drinking splashed out…all over my white shirt.
“Fuck,” I cried, jumping backward and throwing my hands into the air.
“Oh shit,” Bradley said. The glass fell onto the hardwood floor and shattered into a thousand pieces. “Jesus.”
I stared down in horror at the huge red stain spreading across my favorite shirt. There was nothing I could do. I’d have to toss it. All of that hit me in a matter of seconds before everyone else got to their feet.
Julian ran for something to clean up the mess. Blair and Jennifer pressed napkins to my ruined shirt. And Bradley…he just sat there, his mouth hanging open, utterly helpless. This was far from the first time that wine had spilled on me. It was sort of an occupational hazard. But this felt different. And my anger was threatening to boil up and unleash on him.
Blaire stepped between us as if she could see what was about to happen. “I think I have a jacket in my car.”
“I…I have a shirt. A gray shirt in my gym bag,” Bradley said with a cough. “I can go get it.”
“No,” I said. I stepped away from my friends. “I’ll get it. I don’t want to sit here any longer.”
“I can go with you,” Bradley offered, a little manically.
But then Julian was back with a broom in hand. He threw a towel at Bradley. I’d never been so thankful for Julian Wright.