“I can’t get over this view.” Serenity braced her elbows on the table as she stared at the passing scenery. “Everything is in full bloom and gorgeous.”

His gaze roamed over her face. “I agree.” Sure, the greenery and colorful flowers were beautiful, but they didn’t hold a candle to his dining partner. Once they finished and the server cleared the table, they spent the remainder of the short ride talking about everything and nothing.

After disembarking, the passengers were given a tour of the winery before settling on the patio for the tasting. Serenity said, “I’m really enjoying myself.”

Gabriel gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad.”

“The first wine is a chardonnay,” a wine specialist said. “It opens with fresh citrus aromas of lime and Meyer lemon, followed by ripe, juicy peach. And, finally, underlying notes of herbs, honeysuckle, and vanilla, making for an exceptionally fresh and vibrant wine.”

Gabriel sipped the taste of wine in his glass and agreed. “What do you think?”

She nodded. “I like it. The citrus hits first, but the combination of floral and vanilla lingers.”

They went through several more varieties—merlot, rosé, zinfandel. He ended up purchasing another chardonnay, which had notes of lime, mango, verbena, and rich vanilla. Serenity bought a rosé.

“I’m going to serve this at the next supper club dinner. And you’re welcome to join us if you’re not busy.”

“I’ll check my schedule and let you know.” While he enjoyed the dinners, more and more Gabriel realized he’d rather share dinner with Serenity. Alone.

On the way back, dessert consisted of a strawberry tart and tea or coffee. “I love strawberries, and this tart is so good,” Serenity said, slowly drawing the fork from her mouth and letting out a moan.

Fire shot to Gabriel’s groin. “You’re killing me, baby.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” She gave him an innocent smile, then repeated the gesture, this time darting her tongue out to lick the bit of whipped cream from her fork. “I’m just enjoying my dessert, that’s all.”

“Keep it up and I’m going to be enjoying you for dessert.” The more he got to know her, the more sides he saw. Never would he have thought she’d be a tease. He leaned closer. “How do you think you’d taste with whipped cream?”

Her eyes widened, and she cleared her throat. “Um…so, you don’t think it’s good?”

He smiled inwardly. “It’s good, but I have to say those brownies you make are far better.”

She eyed him. “Are you campaigning for more brownies?”