The Vineyard
“He lurked in the back of Olivia’s mind for the rest of the day, pulling her this way and that. It was a tug-of-war, with sex at one end and logic at the other.
Logic won. Regardless of the attraction, she couldn’t afford to be sidetracked from where she was headed—which was what she told him the next morning. She went outside as soon as he appeared on the patio, and feeling the physical pull even then, launched into it with barely a hello. He listened to her without a blink and, in response, asked a calm, “Where are you headed?”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem. But I need maximum flexibility, which means no involvement. It means focusing on Tess and focusing on me. I’m at a crossroads in my career—a crossroads in my life. It’s a crucial time.”
They were walking down the path that divided Cabernet Sauvignon grapes from Chenin Blanc ones. The sun was starting to rise in a cloudless summer sky.
“What’s your dream?” he asked.
“My dream? As in, my ideal job?”
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