6
Zane spent the morning dragging paddle boards out of storage and onto the dock. Kristen was joining his group for the lesson. He hadn’t seen her since their walk through the vineyard, and he was looking forward to it.
“You look like you’re almost done,” Danica said. “I thought I’d be here early enough to help you out.”
Zane shrugged. “No big deal. I couldn’t sleep so I got here a while ago.”
“A certain vineyard owner keeping you up?”
Zane snorted. “Uh, no. I told you we’re friends.”
“What I’m trying to understand is why that’s stopping you. I’ve never known you to take no for an answer. You charm your way through the defenses of every woman you meet until she’s a puddle at your feet.”
“Not you.”
Danica laughed. “True. But you were never my type.”
Zane shook his head, smiling. “W
