Chapter Twenty-Four
The harvest is in. The grapes have been crushed, and the second bottling of Stardust Rosé is complete, no thanks to Jason, who was more or less absent. Mike’s chardonel grapes are slowly fermenting in a steel tank at fifty-five degrees.
I’ve been a visitor at Macey’s house so much in the last three weeks that she’s stopped insisting I walk over, or park in the alley. I stop on the way back and grab a box of take-out. My ladies are hungry and tired, and the least I can do is supply dinner. Macey shoots me a grateful glance when I walk into the kitchen with a box of takeout, and a grocery bag full of ice-cream and Oreos in the other. Sophie immediately eyes the ice-cream. “Dinner first,” I growl. I’m already impatient to send her off to bed so that I can have Macey to m
