Darkness was beginning to set in as I drove home. I loved the view of all the vineyards at that time of the evening. The Barossa was a truly exquisite place to live in. It was dinner service at The Barossa Barrels and patrons were starting to come in by the dozen. My manager, Pete, had everything under control. I quickly avoided any staff who wanted to discuss anything as I raced upstairs to my apartment to get ready. Usually, I had a quick chat with Pete over a drink, but that night I had another thing on my mind. And that one thing was the exotic Mia Brunetti. Was I being a selfish bastard for sneaking upstairs? I didn’t care. I spent extra time on my appearance, shaving and trimming my goatee. I had a cleaner come in once a week but I did a quick tidy-up of the apartment, changed the sheets, and cleaned the bathroom. I never gave Mia a specific time to arrive, but I was constantly checking the clock. Where was she?
