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Susan gave voice to what I was thinking. “The cake clinched it.”

“She liked the pairing.” His phone buzzed, and he checked it before locking the screen. “Which is why they bought the barrel.”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed.

Harrison pocketed his phone. “I have calls to return. Don’t wait up.”

Susan waited until he left, then muttered, “Not even a single word of gratitude for all your hard work.”

I shrugged. “You know how he is.”

“Yeah, but the question is…do you?”

My answer a year ago would’ve been easy, but my husband had been so busy lately. I felt like we barely saw each other.

Picking up the clipboard hanging from the end of the counter, I mumbled, “Better take this to the office before I forget.”

“I hope you have a great rest of your weekend, Celia.”

“You too, Susan.” My smile was wobbly. “Thanks for doing such a great job tonight.”

“It was my pleasure. You know how much I enjoy cooking with you, chef.”

My smile widened. “And that’s why you’re my favorite person to have on the line with me.”

“Of course I am.” She winked. “I’m awesome.”

I laughed softly as I walked away. Harrison was already on the phone when I walked into the office. When he saw me, he cut the call without saying goodbye.

I held the clipboard out. “Invoice from the butcher.”

Harrison set it on the desk, face down. “Couldn’t this wait?”

“I didn’t realize you were going to be in here when you said you had calls to make.”

He quirked a brow. “It’s the office.”

“Right,” I drawled, barely stopping myself from pointing out that he rarely worked in here since he does most of the vineyard’s business from our home in LA.

“Is that all you needed?” He wiggled his phone. “I still have those calls to make.”

I hadn’t been planning to say anything, but his dismissive attitude ratcheted my irritation up even more. “A thank you would be nice.”

“What?” He tilted his head to the side. “You don’t think you got enough recognition tonight?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Thornton complimented my skills in the kitchen, and you just stood there while your father told him the wine sells itself.”

His mouth tightened. “Dad was closing a forty-thousand-dollar barrel. It wasn’t the time for a staff introduction.”

“I’m your wife. Not staff.”

“You were working.” He stood and shoved his phone in his pocket. “Not everything is a slight, Celia. You got to serve the course. His wife liked it. Did you want me to give a speech or something?”

“I wanted my husband to look at me.”

“I’m not doing this right now.” He came around the desk. “The night was a huge success, and you’re in here keeping score. Being too sensitive. Yet again.”

I dropped my arms to my side, fisting my hands. “That’s not fair, Harrison.”