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And it wasn’t just the broken equipment in the winery

Enzo had been grouchy with Sylvie and he hadn’t meant to be In fact, that was the very opposite of how he ht in Paris, she had been one of his closest friends

Even though he had been busy doing everything he could to n vendors, he always htened his darkest days Meeting up with her had always been the highlight of his day Then he’d gone andup

Why hadn’t he just been a gentleman and walked away after she’d kissed hinetic pull between the he’d never felt before

And that night in Paris,That night had been aht of it when he was alone in bed and sleep was evading him, as it did often these days

The question was how did he get things back on track with Sylvie? He missed their friendship, but every time he was around her, words didn’t come out the way he uiltier not only for the night in Paris but also for now taking her hoet resettled somewhere else, he would feel better In fact, he intended to talk to her about it tonight at the dinner she’d insisted on preparing

He checked the tiet to be so late? He knew he better head up to the guesthouse before she thought he’d forgotten about dinner The last thing he needed was to h already

And so he set off for the guesthouse where Sylvie was now living and working He could fix things He wouldn’t give up until she listened to reason

As he neared the guesthouse, his thoughts turned to its prior resident His youngest sister, Gia, had stayed here after their parents had died Only she hadn’t stayed here long It seeet away froical father, who turned out to be a total and utter jerk, and then finally to uy she barely knew But as he to judge?

He’d believed everything his parents had told the that conflicted with his illusion of the perfect faination He’d failed his sisters And he’d failed himself

Enzo stepped up to the door of the guesthouse and rapped his knuckles on the heavy wood When a few moments passed and Sylvie hadn’t answered, he knocked louder Still nothing He moved to the side of the door and peered inside theIt was dark in the front rooured she was in the kitchen at the back of the little house and hadn’t heard him

He walked to the back door and knocked Still, there was no answer What was up with that? He searched his ht He backed up and noticed there were no lights on back here, either Was it possible he’d gotten his wires crossed? Had she meant the main house?

Not wanting her to know just how distracted he was these days, his pride refused to allow him to text her He’d just walk up to the o all along

However, when he reached the back of the villa, it was dark inside, too How could that be? Maybe he really had misconstrued what she’d told him

Through thein the door, he noticed the soft glow of the s farht for his father when he’d worked late in the fields As Enzo grasped the brass doorknob of the kitchen door, he gave himself a mental jerk He tried not to think about his parents Every time he did, his one out of her way to ht she had