Chapter Sixteen
She loved him. She f*****g loved him. What was he supposed to do with that? That hadn’t been the mission. Millie hadn’t been the mission, the grapes had been the mission, and he’d accomplished that with the same excellence he executed every mission. Maybe a little too excellent. His mind raced as he stared at her from across the table filled to groaning with roasted vegetables, cheeses, sausages, salads, and beautiful desserts. Jamey had gone all out, and Mike had brought up a case of Millie’s wine he’d managed to reserve from last year. Dax and Simon were taking bets as to whether or not the bottles would explode when he popped the caps.
How had she managed to tunnel under all his defenses? Somewhere, early on, this had ceased being about helping make a better wine, and
