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Despite it being busy in the front, I feel like I’m not doing as much work as I was when I was in the marketing area. I still help Piper, but this position switch leaves way too much time on my hands. I don’t like being bored, and that’s what it feels like.

Right now, I’m helping Phillip and Peter get inventory together for the main house. Business picked up a lot after the Valentine’s event. Well, the wine side has. I still haven’t gotten any bookings for event consultations.

“Why are you out here?” Phillip groans. “You’re slowing us down.”

“See if I ever offer my help again.” I flip him off.

“We didn’t ask,” Phillip argues. “We have a system. And it’s nothing against you. We’ve kicked Pierce out, too.”

At least I’m not the only person they don’t want helping. Not that it makes me feel any better.

“Piper has nothing for me to do, and I need something to do.” Though a thought occurs to me. She mentioned needing to hire more people. I can always work on the employment applications. We don’t even have one made up because we’ve never needed to hire outside help.

“She really didn’t think this new position through, did she?” Peter laughs. “She should know by now that you can’t have too much downtime. That’s when you get into trouble. Idle hands and all that.”

Little does he know, I haven’t wanted to get into trouble. I’ve been spending my time kicking myself for not getting Jasmin’s phone number. I don’t have any way of contacting her, and I’d love to hang out with her again. As friends or in my bed, it doesn’t matter to me. We hit it off in both areas on Valentine’s Day.

But I need something to keep me busy. Otherwise, I’ll spend every free moment thinking about her, like my brother and sister think about their other halves. That’s so not my vibe, but I can’t stop her soft giggles from entering my mind.

“I’ll go find something else to do.” I don’t bother saying anything else. If they knew the real reason I need to keep my mind busy, they’d never let me hear the end of it. Especially Peter.

“Have fun and stay out of my warehouse.” Phillip calls to my back. Asshole.

My phone dings with the work alert sound, and I pull it out of my pocket to check the message. There’s a message in the email address for events. Finally, something for me to do.

I hurry to the main house and head to the office. Piper is behind the desk, and I motion for her to move.

“What’s the rush?”

“As if you didn’t see the email come through for an event consultation.” I roll my eyes at her. Playing dumb isn’t her strong suit. “But I’m glad you’re in here so we can make sure everything worked the way it’s supposed to.”

“Of course it does.” She crosses her arms. “Beau helped me set it all up after I almost threw the computer out the window.”

“I thought you said you did it on your own.”

“I did most of it. Now, are you going to complain or come see if this is working right?”

She’s so freaking bossy. She’s been this way since we were kids. I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Fine. Fine.” I move next to her and watch as she clicks the email and checks it against the form. “What do I do once I know those two things match?”

She moves the mouse to a little box at the end of the form. “Click this and it will send them an email that says their appointment is confirmed and you’re happy to meet with them.”

“Hold on.” I put my hands in front of me. “Does the email sound like me or you? If it sounds like you, that’s going to be a problem.”

She pulls up the email confirmation email. “I made sure it sounds like you. Professional but candid.”

I scan the email to make sure she doesn’t make me sound ridiculous. I’m impressed and slightly scared. She shouldn’t be able to mimic me this well.

“You did good.” Too good, but I don’t mention that part. “Looks like I have an appointment with Daniela Campos in two days.”

“It’s for a wedding, so make sure you brush up on your wedding lingo.” She taps a finger on the desk. “And don’t forget to suggest Whoopsie Daisy for the flower arrangements and Ashes for alcohol outside of wine.”

“Do I also recommend their food?”

“You can, but ultimately that’s up to them.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t be talking like we already have this booking in the bag.” It feels like bad luck. The last thing I need is for my consultation to be a complete bust.