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Kelsey McDade realizes that her love life is one and done. Her last—and only—relationship left her broken and afraid and more than ready to be alone for the long haul. But sexy-charming vineyard manager Luke Westcott pushes all of her buttons in the right way and makes her wonder if she ought to try again.
In nearly twenty-eight years, Luke’s most successful romance has been with the outdoors. Currently single, he’s happy to pour all of his energy into his new winery until Kelsey provokes feelings he didn’t know he was capable of. He can envision their future together—if she’ll let down her guard.
When the ghost of Kelsey’s past causes her to slam on the brakes, Luke is ready to fight for her, even if it means sacrificing himself in the process. Convinced she’s only made wrong choices in the past, Kelsey must decide if Luke—and their love—is worth the greatest risk of all.
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Luke started up the trail, and Kelsey fell in beside him. “So your grandmother might be moving here, maybe because of George. Do I have that right?” he asked.
“I don’t know about the George part. We haven’t discussed it. I suppose I should ask. I just didn’t want to intrude. Relationships are just…personal.”
Another thing they had in common. He recalled his conversation with his mother the other night. She seemed to want specific answers about why things hadn’t worked out with Amanda, but none of it was any of her business. Hell, he didn’t like thinking about it, so why would he talk about it?
“I couldn’t agree more,” he said.
They walked down an embankment to the creek, an unnamed offshoot from the larger Gales Creek. “What a cute little bridge,” she said.
He paused and waited for her to cross first—it was very small. “This was my brother’s Eagle Scout project.”
She turned when she reached the other side. “Really? That’s so cool. What was yours?”
He walked across. “Also a bridge. On a different trail.”
“Oh, you’ll have to show me some time.”
Really? “I’d love to. Maybe next Monday. We could make a real habit out of this. At least as far as our jobs would allow.”
She pivoted, and they continued along the trail. “I don’t think I can do that. Definitely not next Monday. I’ll need to catch up from playing hooky today.”
“You should cut yourself some slack. The work will always be there.” Had he really said that out loud? How many times had people told him the exact same thing and he’d told them to mind their own business? He winced. “Wow, that was an obnoxious thing to say.” He reached out and offered her his hand. “Hi, Kettle? I’m Pot.”
She laughed and took his hand. “Nice to meet you.”