Angela's POV
I went back to the winery anyway.
I pulled into the parking lot, turned off the engine, and waited. The lights inside the winery were dimming. Only a few cars were still there.
I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, trying to shake off the unease tightening in my chest. Time passed. I didn’t leave. By then, the sky had turned pitch-black.
Then I saw him.
Aaron walked out with his assistant and Mr. Whitmore, heading toward the parking area.
I opened my car door and stepped out, slamming it shut behind me. Aaron was about to get into his car when I moved fast, cutting him off.
“We need to talk,” I said.
He stopped. His eyes flicked to me, then to his assistant.
“Go with Mr. Whitmore. I’ll catch up.”
The assistant nodded without question and left, taking Mr. Wh
