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on.”
    “You are out on medical leave,” she responded, moving his phone out of reach. “If you want to go back in six weeks like we’ve planned, you need to focus on getting stronger, not running your winery.”
    “I can do both.” He held his hand out for the phone.
    She just shook her head. “I have the rule from your family. No business. You can read, watch television, or sleep. I even play a mean game of gin, but no business. Besides, we’re going to start working your arms out today. I don’t think you’ll be able to pick up your phone when we’re done.”
    “Now, that’s a strong claim.” He let his arm drop. Let her think she won. He’d call later when she was out of the room. Except she didn’t leave for long. She took the breakfast tray back to the kitchen, then immediately returned with two resistance bands. He couldn’t believe how difficult he found the simple movements. When he was about to drop, she stopped the workout and then read until he fell asleep. When he woke up, lunch waited for him.
    By the time he had a minute alone where he could call the winery, it was after five and the phones would have been shut off. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d call.
    But the next day went as fast as this one had. The resistance band workout didn’t wear him out quite as quickly, but when she sat down to read, he found himself watching her rather than getting lost in the story. Soon, his eyelids drooped and he lost the war against sleep.
    It was Wednesday before he heard from Jose, his manager. The phone rang waking him from his morning nap. He glanced around. No Destiny. He figured she took advantage of his naps to get a few things done since she seemed to be in his face and his room every time he woke. “What’s going on?”
    “The order for the Spokane wine fest? They called yesterday to confirm that we’re participating since they haven’t received your confirmation and list. You didn’t finish the amounts. Do you want me to send two of each of the whites and reds?”
    Brad thought about the list he’d been agonizing over before the accident. His plan had been to finish the list and send it off the next morning. Of course, the next morning never came.  Or to be more precise, he never made it to the winery that morning. “No. List off what I have. I want us to only take our best to the tasting. A lot of local critics will be attending.” He looked at his shorts-clad body and then at the wheelchair. The Wine Fest was in four weeks. There was no way he’d be able to represent Castle View Winery that day. Not looking like a cripple. 
    He wrote a reminder on the notebook he’d started to gather all the random thoughts he was having about the winery. He’d have to call Maggie and get her to go. It wouldn’t be perfect, but the guys would love her and she could muddle through a presentation. If he coached her.
    As Jose listed off the wines they had in stock, Brad wrote down the ones he wanted to spotlight. A few award winners, a couple of new ones, and a couple of old standards. He told Jose to have Tina fax him a copy of the final proposal for his approval and hung up the phone. 
    He grabbed his laptop from the bedside table and ignoring the twinge in his back, signed into his email to wait. While he was there, he whittled the unread list down to under two hundred. He shot off quick answers to the ones he could, made a list on his notebook on things he’d have to ask Tina to look up so he could answer several. The email from Tina arrived with a slew of new emails listing off questions she needed help with.  He’d just finished the first response when Destiny walked into the room.
    “What are you doing?” She looked at the laptop like it was a snake and Brad was talking in tongues.
    He didn’t look up at her. “I’m running my business before it falls apart. Do you mind?”
    She lowered his bed. “You are supposed to be resting, not working.”
    “Look, I have to finish a couple of