Six“Aristide! Come in! How are you after that dreadful scene last night?”
Ramsden Meadows widened his arms as if to greet Aristide like a long-lost son, but halted his advance mid-stride, moments before he grasped his shoulders, as if sensing the younger man’s resistance.
Candy tensed as she watched the two most important men in her life circle one another like wary dogs, unsure of whether the bone would be shared or guarded.
“Fine. I’m fine, thanks.”
His face looked more gaunt, his cheekbones more pronounced than last night, but the French winemaker’s warm smile still made her heart beat faster. He stepped in to peck her gallantly on each cheek in the chic way that was second nature to him. Then he spoiled it by drawing his hand over his lightly bearded chin with a distracted air, dis
