Chapter Fourteen
I spend the rest of the morning holed up in my bedroom making phone calls. I call Danny first. I need to hire a winemaker. Today. I don’t care how much money it costs, a talented winemaker is my key to freedom. And if anyone knows someone, it’s Danny. He’s got his fingers in more pies than I care to know about.
By lunchtime, I’ve eliminated all of Danny’s recommendations. One sounded skeevy, another too arrogant, a third- overly obsequious. I shoot off a text asking for another recommendation. I’m frustrated, hungry, and visions of Emmaline still haunt me. I need to stretch my legs and get out of here. I drive over to Dottie’s Diner, and slide onto a stool at the counter. Dottie gives me a c**k-eyed look. She still can’t differentiate between me and Austin. “Declan,” I s
