Harvest Moon. Sharon Struth

when RGI sold and wanted him to join him at Litchfield Hills Vineyard as VP of Marketing. Having his brother nearly beg him to make the change made him consider it more seriously. Only a few years ago, his brother had almost fired him from RGI, but Trent mended his ways. This new offer was quite generous.

      The steel doors parted. He headed down the hallway to his office, the brunette he’d been stuck with making him smile. The cute way she’d played with her pearl necklace was revealing and the honesty of her comments refreshing. A bit uptight, and yet, there was something about her he liked but couldn’t pinpoint. The perplexed look she’d given him when he said good-bye made his ego deflate, but if their time together was any longer, he’d have bet he could change her view of him. He loved a challenge. She, on the other hand, didn’t seem to want one.

      He entered his office, catching a nice view of downtown Hartford from his window. Empty bookcases and cardboard boxes stacked in the corner meant his secretary had done some packing. She’d even cleared the top of his desk, except for a note.

      He searched through his briefcase for his phone charger, plugged in the phone, then read the note.

      Welcome back. I’m at lunch. You’re packed except for some personal items in your lower drawer.

      Back by one. T.

      P.S. You’re very messy.

      He opened the drawer. No wonder Tina passed on this one.

      One by one, he lifted items from the pile, a potpourri of things he had no other place to store. Notes he’d saved from women he’d met in his travels were tossed into the nearby trash can, along with some paperbacks used to entertain him while flying around the globe. He smiled as he removed a small statue of a hula dancer given to him by the resort manager at their Maui location. Exotic Luanne, who’d taken him to see the sights when they weren’t working. He pushed the dancer to the keeper pile.

      At the bottom he came across a framed photo of Gemma, one he’d tossed in the drawer the day he’d been served the divorce papers. A gentle ache pressed to his heart, an ache for everything that had gone wrong in their marriage. She’d taken no interest in following him on the road to sobriety. A journey she needed as badly as he had. He’d tried to get her to join him in rehab, but she wouldn’t. Her request for a divorce had blown him away. All so she could marry a man Trent had witnessed dabbling in the world of cocaine, the same bad place he’d successfully left several years ago.

      One thing he’d learned in rehab was you couldn’t help someone who didn’t want to help themselves. Sometimes, keeping himself afloat was all he could bear.

      “Knock, knock.” Duncan stood at the doorway dressed in khakis, his new casual style in the office since he’d announced the sale of his firm. “Tina said you survived an airport nightmare.”

      “Barely. My first flight was delayed. I missed my connection. They canceled my second connection, and the rest is history. Another reason to be thankful my traveling days are over. When is the big powwow to sign the papers on the sale?”

      “Two.” Duncan frowned and ran a hand through his sandy curls. “I hope the new owners will stick to their word and keep most of the current staff.”

      Trent nodded. “Me, too. Hey, be glad you’re getting out of this building. The damn elevator got stuck again. Second time this year it’s happened to me.”

      The mahogany eyes of the dark-haired beauty from the elevator teased his thoughts, making it hard for him to let go.

      “Damn shame,” Trent mumbled.

      “What?” His brother laughed, shaking Trent loose from those long, lovely legs.

      “What?”

      “You’re talking to yourself.”

      “Am I?”

      The brothers laughed together now, yet the woman he’d never see again didn’t dodge his thoughts. Instead, a part of her settled inside him, in a vulnerable place he rarely visited. His own laughter died down, and he wished he’d introduced himself.

      “Penny for your thoughts,” Duncan said.

      Only then did Trent realize he’d fallen silent again. “A penny won’t cut it.”

      “Okay, a dollar.”

      “I got stuck in the elevator with a woman. A sexy, rule abiding number.” Trent tried to sound cavalier, as if those long legs didn’t haunt him.

      “Rule abiding, huh? Sounds just like what the doctor ordered for you. Did you get her number?”

      “She ran off before I could ask.”

      “Oh. Well, aren’t you seeing…Ruby?”

      “I dated her last summer. I’m seeing Angie now.”

      “Oh.”

      Duncan looked confused, so Trent changed the subject. “Listen, before I left on this last site visit, did you see I moved myself into the cottage at the farm?”

      “I did.”

      “The place is a far cry from the shack you showed me last spring. I’d never have known it was the same place. Thanks for fixing it up.”

      “Sophie handled renovations. She did a great job.” Duncan’s face softened when he said his fiancée’s name. “Will you stay up there tonight?”

      “Maybe. I have a date later today in Hartford. So I’m not making any promises.”

      “With Ru… I mean, Angie? So how long have you been dating her?”

      Trent turned in the chair, pressed the cell phone “on” switch, and the phone came to life. “Guess it’s been about a month now.”

      “I can’t keep up. You need to settle down.”

      Trent only laughed. Settling down again didn’t seem in his cards these days, only he couldn’t quite get a pulse on what left him so unsatisfied with the women he dated.

      “Oh, don’t forget, at four the staff is having a going away party for us.”

      “I didn’t.” Trent searched for his contact list for Angie’s number.

      “One other thing.”

      He looked up, met Duncan’s stare, more serious than a moment ago.

      “I’m really glad you’re joining me on the vineyard. Having some family with me as I get this new business off the ground means a lot.”

      Trent’s heart filled with a love he found hard to express. He and Duncan hadn’t been close while growing up. A long and winding trail of bad choices made by Trent had left everyone else in his family with the notion he was a screw up. But not Duncan.

      “Thanks. I’ll do everything in my power to help make the vineyard a success.”

      Duncan studied his feet for a few seconds before looking back up. “Sometimes you’ve got to shake up your life a bit to find the gold. I know this will be different for you, but Northbridge is a special place.”

      Trent nodded, even though he worried about how he’d be received in the close-knit community. “Part of the reason I said yes.”

      “Bring Angie to Sophie’s party on Saturday night, so I can meet her.”

      “I’ll see.”

      Trent returned to his search for Angie’s number but couldn’t ignore the nervous tug at his gut, rocking the confidence it took to make a move to the small Connecticut town. Confidence easily shaken by the stupid things he’d done there many years ago, acts capable of threatening his chance for a fresh start.

      Chapter 2

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