Hudson patted Vincent’s shoulder. “It’s alright, they’ll be fine. Their suits have a tracking device, and there’s a whole team of coaches following them.”
That finally reassured Vincent.
He stared at the sea for a long while before he asked the question that had been in his mind all this time. “Why did you have Sheila come find me? You know what kind of girl she is.”
“Not smart or cunning, have a childlike innocence, stubborn and active,” Hudson listed. “Isn’t this kind of lively girl exactly your type?”
Vincent’s lips curled. “Hey, she’s smart! I think she’s talented. That’s why I am willing to spend time teaching her. She might become a better brewmaster than me in the future.”
Hudson didn’t expose his excuse. “You spend all your time in the vineyard like an artifact in a museum. On
