Chapter 9

He reached over and rubbed the thumb of his right hand across my bottom lip. “You have tuna there.”

I pulled his thumb into my mouth and sucked, pleased when his eyes widened.

“Behave,” he said, breathlessly. “We’re in public.”

“Yeah.” I let him go and he moved his hand away from my face. “Are we done here? Want me to clean up?”

“Yep. I think we can only handle maybe one more winery before I’ll have to carry you into the house at Bodega Bay.”

“Probably.”

We cleaned up our picnic, returned to our limo, and rode onto our next destination. But I was a little sad. It would be over too soon, and I was falling a little in love with Brady all over again.

* * * *

Brady stood at the window of the living room of the Bodega Bay house. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“I should buy this place. Should I buy this place?’

“Uh. I don’t know. How often would you use it? It’s not like you’re going to live here, right? Too far from your work and all.”