Capturing Bree's hand, Rafe tugged her along as he walked back to the truck, then handed her the wine sack.
"You'll need to hold this so I can get the rest of our stuff."
She watched him, a look of amusement on her face, while he fetched the food basket and a folded quilt from the back seat of the cab.
"This way," he told her, and led her past the building, past the picnic tables both under cover and in the open, to the large grassy area that overlooked the vineyards. Setting the basket down he spread out the quilt, then put the basket on one corner. He turned to take the wine from Bree and found her staring openmouthed at the view.
"My god, Rafe. This is beyond breathtaking."
"That it is." He went to stand beside her. "I love it because the buildings themselves are up here on this l
