The drive out to the ranch took about fifteen minutes from the quaint little town that had charmed Maggie from the moment they’d approached last night. Everything about it felt like home, from the cute Main Street to the barn with the mural painted on the side.
She sat all the way on her side of the truck with the window down. It played with her hair and she leaned her face into the wind, breathing in the green smell of the country around her.
“There’re a lot of grape fields out this way,” Chase said.
“It’s beautiful.” Maggie flashed a smile in his direction without truly making eye contact.
“Maybe I went the wrong way.” He peered out the windshield, but Maggie caught sight of the sign the realtor had described to him, which he had told her about as they’d left town.
“There it is,” Ma
