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February:

Valentines Day sucks when you are a heartbroken single girl swearing off all men in existence. It sucks even more when said single girl owns a winery that's a top destination for couples to spend the holiday. The cherry on top is having one employee dealing with a broken engagement while the other is currently traipsing around the establishment waving her diamond solitaire around to anyone who will listen to her retell the romantic story. 

Tinsley was tactful about how she mentioned her engagement to Annabeth and me but as soon as we were tucked away in the office, she was skipping around the place. She hadn't expected to get engaged on Valentine's day morning and her new fiancé didn't understand that tonight was expected to be one of our busiest nights of the year. So he was a bit disappointed to be spending his first Valentine's day as an engaged couple sitting on a bar stool squeezed in at the end of the bar while his fiancée played hostess all night.

"Did you even look at the ring? Like really look at it?" Annabeth asks me curiously as we sit sprawled out in our office chairs.

I shake my head, "A diamond on a band. That's all I need to know right?"

"I couldn't even look at it. I mean yeah, my eyes went to the pear-shaped diamond set on a white-gold band but my brain wouldn't let me take in the significance," Annabeth says while looking to the ceiling.

She and I have each been going through a bit of a rough patch. She is now just over five months pregnant but she and Gus still haven't reconciled. Her baby shower is next month and she still hasn't decided where to build her nursery. She's expecting Gus to come around any time now and forgive her for going out of control with the wedding planning, but he's adamant that they need to learn to co-parent first and figure the rest out later. He isn't fully convinced that she isn't using him for his wealth and quite frankly, she hasn't quite convinced me yet either.

As for my broken heart, I haven't seen or talked to Ryan since I left his house right after the New Year. I had Austin go collect my things from him and I knew deep down I'd never convince Ryan that he could have both me and his job, so I wasn't expecting him to ever come after me.

"There are a lot of times I wish I could drink alcohol, but I think tonight may take the cake," Annabeth whines and it snaps me from my thoughts of Ryan.

"I am still proving to my momma that I am a capable business owner so I am not allowed to have a drop either," I tell her and it really does suck. I think to my 2002 Louis Latour Pinot Noir just sitting in my filing cabinet begging to come out and play. I said I would not have a  drop until the winery was completely closed up and my eyes keep darting to the ticking clock on the wall that's teasing me by hardly moving.

"I bet Ryan is workin' tonight," Annabeth says and I quickly glare at her. She knows I do not discuss the subject of Ryan Hart so why she mentioned his name now confuses me. She continues while ignoring my laser beams, "Whereas Gus is probably just home on the couch. Watching  Sports Center not thinkin' two licks about me."

"That's not true. Well, the Sports Center part is but I am sure he's thinking about you. It is Valentine's day after all," I tell her.

"Yeah, he could be gettin' laid right now but instead he's poutin',"  she says with an eye roll. I think back to Ryan and I literally cannot think about if he's getting laid or not. Just the flicker of the thought made my stomach sour. I mean he's probably not because he's a workaholic, but then again, I don't even know if Aurora Dalton is still lingering around the Hollis office. Austin told me I was to stay out of the Cunningham case so I don't even know what happened with Rory. He refuses to tell me anything so I don't know if they've kept her around either. I haven't seen her, but then again I haven't seen Ryan and I know he's still in Hollis.

"I can't do this," I tell Annabeth as I push myself out of my chair and stride over to my filing cabinet. I yank the bottom drawer open and see the glistening green bottle lying tucked away in the corner. I quickly snatch it up as Annabeth says, "No, Sawyer. You can't drink that here."

I wave her away, "One glass! I'll only have one glass!" I start frantically looking for a corkscrew but I know I won't find one when my eyes catch the smirk on Annabeth's face.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to hold out so I put all the bottle openers on the bar. You'd have to go out there if you want your bottle opened," she says smugly. I hope the hatred I feel for her at this moment is accurately displayed on my face. "It's for your own good missy. Mama Sweeney would go mental if you got drunk at work tonight."

I sigh as I drop back into my office chair. I let the bottle drop from my fingers onto the floor and I look to her, "I know I need to go out there and make the rounds but I don't want to. I don't want to see love and romance being barfed all over my winery."

"Your mama knew what she was doin' when she made you work instead of Karen tonight," Annabeth says and I roll my eyes at her. Karen Fowler is the new hoity-toit employee Momma brought in to babysit me. We both have manager titles but since Karen has been managing wineries for the past eight years, she's always making sure I know who's in charge. Momma takes her word as gospel and is always spewin' out Karen's words of wisdom to me.

"She knew if ya weren't here, you'd be passed out on her roof," Annabeth continues with a smirk and I know she's right.

"If I could just get my own apartment she'd never know when I was drinkin' or where I was passed out," I tell her and she slumps back into her chair.

"I tasted freedom when I lived at Gus's for those few months. Now I am back at my parent's house, pregnant, unwed and I am losin' my  mind!" She whines. We both exhale loudly as we move our gaze back to the ceiling.

"How the hell did we get here Annabeth?" I ask her but I don't expect an answer.