Disappointment flooded her as she remembered the events of last night. Nico hadn't asked her to stay on after the ninety days. It killed her to admit how badly she'd wanted him to say the words, to tell her that it didn't matter if she owned the vineyard or if he did. What mattered was that they ...
Kristi Palmer parked her car, exiting the Infiniti sedan. Before her, the cottage-style cabin beckoned, like an old friend, one she hadn’t had the chance to visit in over a year. The cabin seemed to sag a little in the dying rays of July’s sun, a victim of neglect. Driving rain, air heavy with sa...
