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nuzzling against him. “You should be on your way down the mountain by now.”
    “I reserved another week at the B&B.”
    “You did?” She pulled back to look at him. “Why? Did the magazine extend your deadline to get the right shot?”
    “No,” he said, twirling her around. She giggled, and then effortlessly fell back into his rhythm. “I told them I had to get approval before sending the shot I really want to use.”
    “Approval?”
    “Yours. Come on, I’ll show you.” Taking her by the hand, Mason guided her to his seat, where he’d set his iPad. He cued up the shots he’d taken this afternoon, and handed it over. “I want to use this one of you at the river.”
    She shook her head as her gaze raked over the picture. “It’s beautiful…I can’t believe that’s me.”
    “I can. That’s what I see when I look at you.”
    It was the shot when she’d glanced over her shoulder at him, the wind toying with her hair and dress. The light had caught her hair and the soft angles of her face perfectly, giving her an angelic appearance. He didn’t have to edit the picture one pixel. It was perfect. Possibly as perfect as the subject.
    “So what do you think?” he asked. “Can I use it?”
    Her dark eyes went wild. “In the magazine? No, I don’t think so. I’m not magazine material.”
    “Sure you are.” Gently, he took the iPad from her and set it down on the table. He glanced around at all the people around them, watching. “Do you think we could go somewhere private and talk?”
    “Grab your camera,” she said, nodding. “You’ll want it where we’re going.”
    She led him around the main building, and through the vineyard on a narrow dirt path that smelled like a luxurious combination of sweet and sour grapes. The trail opened up into a beautiful vista point of the entire valley below. The music from the reception could barely be heard thumping in the distance.
    “Wow, you weren’t kidding.” He took his camera out of his bag, sat on the grassy hillside, knees to his chest, and started clicking. “The light is perfect. Look at the pinks and oranges smudging over the horizon. It’s like someone painted the sky.”
    “See that area down there,” April said, sitting next to him. “Lucy is going to make this entire space part of an amphitheater to attract music acts to the area. We’re sitting where the nosebleeds would be, and down there, where the land gets flat,”—she pointed over his shoulder, brushing him—“would be the front row seating. She’s designing a huge stage to go over there. All of this should be ready next year. Cool, right?”
    He turned to look at her. She was so close. Kissable close. She didn’t move.
    “I’m going to kiss you,” he said.
    Her breath hitched softly. “I won’t stop you.”
    His lips brushed hers in the gentlest of kisses. It was a whisper, a promise. She pulled back, grazed her nose against his, and stared deep into his eyes.
    “You can use the picture if you want,” she said, and seemed to have as much trouble catching her breath as he did. “But I want a copy personally delivered to the café. Signed.”
    “I have a secret,” he whispered against her lips. “That’s not really why I came back. I returned for you.”
    Her eyes fluttered closed. “How long are you staying?”
    “That depends,” he said, kissing her again.
    This time, the kiss was more than a whisper. It tasted like desire, a spark that traveled through him, lighting his blood on fire. His lips pushed hers apart, and when she whimpered into his mouth, he slid his tongue inside. She tasted like champagne and chocolate, of happiness and a wild afternoon spent by the river. She tasted like home , as real and true as any place he’d ever lived and loved. As he started to pull back, she coiled her hands around his neck and lightly raked her nails through the hair at the nape of his neck.
    “Stay,” she said, keeping him close.
    “Does that mean I can take you out