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highway is the famous Old Sonoma Winery vineyards you’ll see at sunrise tomorrow. It also overlooks the pool, and the waterwheel is around the corner with the spa inside the wheelhouse. We shut the wheel off at midnight so you can get some…” he looked at the two of them again and blushed, “rest.” He cleared his throat. “We can leave the waterwheel on all night, if you prefer. Whoever stays in this special suite, which is not connected to any other part of the hotel, has the say on the water features.”
    Jameson could see the clerk was trying to concentrate on the details without sounding too stiff and proper, but was failing miserably. He liked that. It brought a smile to his lips. He leaned against the counter, placed two fingers under Lizzie’s chin, leaned forward for a wet lingering kiss, and then said, “I think leaving the waterwheel on all night might be a good thing, don’t you?”
    Lizzie was blushing now. Her fluttering eyelids told him she’d gone somewhere else with the kiss. He loved that one tiny touch from him would stir such emotion inside her. “Yes,” she said through her beautiful rosy blush.
    The clerk cleared his throat again, hiding a smile by covering his nose and mouth with his palm. “Very well. Your wish is our pleasure.”
    That was a perfect word, Jameson thought.
    After check-in, they were given directions with a map to their suite. Heavy curtains covered a private patio with padded lounge furniture at the top of brown tiled steps leading upstairs to their suite. Jameson inserted his key and opened the heavy wooden door with a creak, revealing a grand bedroom suite with another larger fireplace fully ablaze, across from the foot of the king-sized bed. The light yellow walls were framed in dark hand-hewn wood and punctuated by deep windows with wrought iron hardware. A big bouquet of red roses stood at one of the pair of tables adjacent the bed, and their fragrance infused the space.
    Lizzie ran to the bathroom and squealed to find the two-person shower and double soaking jetted tub. “I could live here.”
    “Well, for the next two days, you can. After that, well, we gotta sell Nick’s truck to pay for it.” Jameson was enthralled seeing how excited she was.
    “You arranged all of this?” she said to him, approaching, her eyes wide, her hand sweeping over the entire room, stopping at the ice bucket stuffed with a champagne bottle. “I’ve never stayed in anything so nice.”
    “Sweetheart, I’d spend the next two days in the bunkhouse at Nick and Devon’s as long as it was with you, but if you like it, I’m happy.”
    She threw her arms around his neck. “No bunkhouse, Jameson. I want you in that bed, after we take a bath and have some champagne.”

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    T he champagne was sweet and the bubbles tweaked her nose. The warm bubbles and steamy drips from the faucet were relaxing. She leaned back against Jameson’s chest, his familiar man-scent competing with the lavender-vanilla bath salts to make a heady mixture. The glow outside made it seem like they had a fireplace in the stone and granite bathroom suite that was bigger than her dorm in college. The two windows framed a bright view of turning green vineyard leaves and bright rosy sky that would descend into a Maxwell Parish-esque painting.
    Lizzie felt fortunate she’d grown up on her parent’s horse farm in North Carolina—a place of bucolic beauty in an unhurried place and time. Her mother had loved her horses, and her father accommodated her every dream as best he could. When they passed, working the farm alone and having to hire help, Lizzie didn’t find it was the relaxing, wonderful place she’d known before.
    But this part of the country, Sonoma County, now this was a place she could live in forever. She even liked it better than San Diego. Even though the hills were brown, in wine country there were colorful patchwork vineyards against the bright blue clear sky. Life was laid back but