Chapter Thirteen
Millie stretched beside Jason, burrowing into his warm body. A rooster crowed in the barnyard, and at the edge of the vineyard a cardinal started his early morning wake-up song. Overhead, the moon glowed pale and gold in the west as a line of paler blue stained the eastern horizon. “Can I make you some coffee before you go?”
Jason sat up and rolled his shoulders, and she followed suit, secretly ogling him. There was no softness to his body, just ripples and ridges of work-hardened muscles. “I’d love that.”
She studied their work from last night. They’d pruned about twenty-five percent, and the difference was obvious. Jason’s expertise made all the difference. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought,” Millie said, tilting her head at the vines. “It didn’t hurt like I thought it w
