Chapter Twenty-Three
We return to Prairie subdued. Sure, some of that has to do with the fact that we f****d like rabbits for three days, full stop. But something has shifted between us. The glances exchanged when no one’s looking are longer, more meaningful, and tinged with goodbyes. I double down on my efforts to make every tryst memorable, better than the last.
We’re screaming into crush season, and thanks to Millie’s enforced bed rest, Jason has placed us in charge of calling the harvest for the cab franc. Our vineyard rendezvous have come to an end. We’d surely be caught now, with the buzz of activity. Millie’s father, Mike, has already called harvest for his Chardonel grapes, and since this is a small operation, no one is exempt from picking. There’s an energy in the air that’s con
