I was feeling more than a little tipsy after our stop at the third winery on our itinerary, and Brady suggested we have the lunch we’d brought. The fourth winery had a pretty little picnic area by a lake that included tables and chairs, so we fetched the basket from the back of the limo and set up our lunch.
Brady handed me a bottle of water. “So, why a nurse?”
I shrugged. “I like helping people. Caring for them. Especially when they’re the most vulnerable, I guess. When they really need an advocate. Nothing’s worse than being sick or injured and scared. If I can help ease that even a little, I’m happy. And that’s what I wanted to do.”
“That sounds amazing. You really are a sweetheart.”
I ducked my head, knowing I was blushing, and peered into the basket. “Roast beef sandwich or tuna s
