Chapter Fifteen
Hunter basked in the glorious day he had with Rachel—walking among the vineyards, sampling wines, eating lunch at one of the oldest restaurants in the valley. He loved watching her eyes light up with just about every new taste that hit her tongue.
If Hunter was a betting man, he’d bet her ex-husband never took her anywhere. Served him right. He’d lost probably the best thing that ever happened to him. Lucky for Hunter because at least for the foreseeable future, she was his.
Now she rested her head against his shoulder in the back of the limo, reminiscing over the day as well.
“So how many bottles did you end up buying?” she asked.
“Well, I’m having three cases sent home, so thirty-six there, and I’ve purchased four bottles to check in my luggage.”
“Nice.” She glanced
