SARAH
The jet touched down in good old wine country- Napa Valley. I hadn’t been to California before and I wondered how Onyx knew that. The heat was just as I had seen people complain about on Renegade, and during the summer, it was much worse.
However, it was something that could be managed.
Everything still felt surreal as Onyx and I got down from the jet, got ushered into a tinted vehicle and stopped at our destination- a beautiful hotel in the heart of Napa called Harvest Inn.
“It occurred to me that we never went on our first date,” Onyx said, as a tour guide, Liam, led us to Harvest Table, a restaurant in the hotel. It was cleared out, save in exception for three chefs who were lined up next to a brick wall with polite smiles on their faces. The restaurant had a hole-in-the-wa
