Break the Rules (The Flanagan Sisters Book 1) by Claire Boston

shrugged. “Everything in here is lovely.”
    He
glanced down at the cabinet and back to her. “Those clips would look pretty in
your hair.”
    His
tone was admiring and Bridget ruthlessly ignored the way her body reacted to
it.
    “I
usually wear my hair back. I’ve got no use for them.” She turned and walked
away.
    When
they came out, Hal asked, “So do we get our wine tasting now?”
    “Absolutely. We could all do with a drink,” Tanya said. They piled into Hal’s car
and Tanya directed him to their favorite winery.
    “That’s
a nice thing for you to do for your sister,” Jack said. “Why doesn’t she come
out herself?”
    “Carly’s
always working. She doesn’t take time out for herself.”
    “Must
run in the family,” Jack said.
    Bridget
didn’t say anything. Her dedication to work was due to her need to make sure
everyone was safe. Carly’s dedication was on a whole different level. She
didn’t know what motivated her sister to work so hard, especially now she was
successful. They’d never discussed it. Too busy most of the
time.
    She’d
have to talk to Carly about it tomorrow.
    * * *
    They
arrived at the winery and Jack followed the others in, admiring the way
Bridget’s pants hugged her butt. Today was the first day he’d seen her
completely relaxed since he’d started work. She’d had fun showing her sister
the different antiques and her gaze had lingered on a couple of items, but her
practical side had won out. What would it take to make her forget all
practicality?
    He
smiled as the tour guide poured them each a taste of the first white wine.
    “This
one is quite tangy, and made from a blend of grapes. It goes well with chicken
or seafood,” the guide explained.
    Jack
lifted the glass. He was never sure what to do. He’d seen people swirl it and
sniff it, but he just wanted to taste it. He copied the guide who swirled and
sniffed, commenting on the fragrance. It smelled like wine to him.
    Finally
he tasted it. It was quite nice, fresh and tangy, but he was more of a beer
person.
    The
guide took them through the different wines, three white and three red, plus a
sparkling wine. Jack stood back while Tanya and Bridget discussed which one
they wanted to buy. Bridget was animated, her cheeks flushed, and he suspected
she might already be on her way to tipsy.
    “We
should get a case,” Bridget declared. “We deserve it.” She glanced at Jack and
giggled.
    He
raised an eyebrow. He never would have picked Bridget as a giggler. Perhaps she
was more than a little tipsy.
    When
they’d finally chosen and Hal had carried their wine to the car, they went to
the café to have lunch. Both Tanya and Bridget ordered a glass of wine and Jack
watched in fascination as Bridget became more and more relaxed.
    “The
Texans play tonight,” Hal said. “First home game of the
season. You want to watch?”
    He
hadn’t seen a game since he’d arrived back in Houston and he’d forgotten when
the season started. “Sure.”
    Bridget
sat up straight. “Is that tonight? I lost track of dates.” She turned to Tanya. “Pizza night?”
    “Yeah. You guys want to come?”
    “You
follow the NFL?” Hal asked, his face a picture of disbelief.
    Tanya
looked down her nose at him. “You got a problem with that?”
    He
grinned. “Not at all. You’re seriously my perfect
woman.” He leaned over and kissed her.
    Jack
turned to Bridget. “So how does a girl from El Salvador get caught up in
football? I would have thought soccer was more your thing.”
    Bridget
gestured to Tanya. “Blame her. In high school we had to watch every game. We couldn’t
go out to parties until the game had finished. She got me hooked.”
    Jack
grinned. “You into any other sports?”
    “Not
really. I’ll watch the occasional game of basketball if I have time, but generally
it’s the Texans or nothing.” She turned to him. “What about you?”
    “If
it has a ball, I’ll watch it,” Jack admitted.
    “Were
you an athlete at