She intended to test the level of acidity and see how close to harvest they really were. The vines were heavy with fruit this year, the wine berries exorbitantly large. It would be a terrific crop. They only needed to have everything run like clockwork for magic to happen. She heard the hum of the Corvette before she saw it turn into the drive. Adam pulled up to the garage and parked beside her pickup. He got out and looked around. When he saw her coming up the hill he waved and leaned against the car with arms folded. His long, lean legs were encased in faded jeans and he wore the green shirt she’d given him for his birthday. Her favorite color. She smiled, and quickened her pace. He straightened up and kissed her when she stopped to open the garage door with the number pad. She wasn’t taking any chances with the rash of vandalism. Her wine cellar was the thing she prized most, other than Davy, and she couldn’t bear it if someone got in and trashed it. She licked her lips. “You taste like peppermint,”
