Leo watched the door for Sara the entire picnic. He really thought she was going to show up, but as it approached the end, he knew she wouldn’t. But he knew where she worked, so he could go see her.
Or he could let her have her space.
That wasn’t likely to happen, though.
The crowd had thinned and Leo was the only one left behind the bar, so he cleaned up and consolidated open bottles to one bin. The vineyard was closed on Mondays, so he was planning to spend another day with Dillon, which really made him want to take one of the bottles home. Or two.
“What do you have left?” Nonna asked, sauntering up to the bar and setting her glass on the top.
Leo glanced at the bottles. “All you’re favorites.”
“They’re all my favorites,” Nonna said.
Leo grinned. “I know. And for you, we have anyt
