San Francisco Serenade by Ginger Voight

Author:Ginger Voight [Voight, Ginger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ivy Lane Media, LLC.
Published: 2012-11-08T05:00:00+00:00

Act Three

I called Simon that following morning, who got to work his magic for me this time around, including organizing a wine tour from San Francisco to Napa Valley. We boarded the limo bus with a group of older tourists, none of whom recognized the much younger Vance, nor cared.

It was perfect.

We made it to the vineyard in Sonoma before noon, where we were treated to a tour of the grounds, complete with a picnic lunch. He surprised me once again with how much he knew on the subject of fine wine, once again proving himself a wise and entertaining companion.

I could listen to him talk for days on any subject. He was a crash course in refinement.

As we walked among the gardens, he took my hand in his. It was sweet and romantic, and it made me feel special. I hooked my arm with his with a smile. “Enjoying your morning?”

He grinned. “Very much. I had never been here before. Sonoma, yes, but not this particular winery. I know a great museum we can visit if you want,” he started, but I shook my head.

“It’s my turn to spoil you,” I insisted.

His voice was soft. “You already do.” He stopped me on the path so that he could cup my face in both hands, before he bent to kiss me softly. I thought I might go up in flames the minute that warm gentle mouth covered mine once more.

“Would you like us to take a picture of you?” asked one of the older couples who had joined us for the tour.

I felt Vance tense up only briefly before he offered the generous woman a smile. “I would,” he said before he handed her his phone. He then turned me into his arms for a full cuddle from behind. Just feeling his body that close to mine was enough to do me in, but then I saw the picture. Never in a million years did I expect to see a photo where Vance Gale was holding me close – but there it was.

This time I reached for a kiss, and he didn’t deny me.

Inevitably we ended up breaking from the tour just after lunch, where I took him to the art gallery I had already planned to visit. He knew the curator, and the both of them offered keen insight on the exhibits. I learned more in a couple of hours with them than I had learned in any art classes I had taken in college. Vance educated me on several pieces and styles, an enthusiastic teacher for an earnest student.

Like he had done the day before, I made a mental note of the things that delighted him throughout our day together and made sure those things were wrapped and sent back to the hotel to await Christmas morning under my tree.

Like everything else we had done it had been an experience in laughter and deepening friendship, maybe even the first stages of falling in love.

I couldn’t wait to see where it would go from there.

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