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Annie
Jennifer snapped my photograph, and I threw my hands up.
“Stop it!” I cried through a laugh.
“I wanted the honest reaction!” Jennifer said as we both stared up at the new exterior of the winery. “You really haven’t been here since they started working on it?”
I shook my head. I really hadn’t been here. Before the last week of Jordan being MIA, I’d been too busy at the hospital to come over. He’d mentioned that they were doing new construction work and gutting the interior. That Hollin and Julian were heading up most of the renovation work and hiring people. But I hadn’t imagined this.
The barn had been reinforced and stained a lush brown. The drive, which had previously been gravel, had been paved a solid black, and there was a new parking lot with freshly painted white line
