My blood warmed. “Hey, you. Come on in.”

She wandered in, carrying her jacket in her arms. “Still working, huh?”

“Finishing up. How was your first day in the tasting room?”

“Chaotic, as promised—but good, I think. Chloe says we sold a ton of wine.”

“I believe it. I saw you working your magic up there. Who could resist you?”

She blushed at the compliment. “Stop it. I don’t have any magic.”

“I beg to differ.”

“And I’m sure I screwed up the notes Chloe gave me for each wine a million times. I need to memorize the whole fruit-forward versus savory, and full-bodied versus light-bodied, and tart finish versus bitter . . .” She shook her head. “I don’t know how you guys have so much information in your heads!”

I smiled. “You’ll be a pro in no time.”

“Thanks. You were busy in the cellar too, huh?”

“We were.” I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger. “It was a lot of talking to people for a guy who mostly deals with grapes. My head is pounding.”

“I bet you probably haven’t eaten anything today.”

Had I? I couldn’t even recall. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t think I did.”

“Henry,” she scolded. “You need to eat.”

I shut my laptop. “I will. But first, shut the door and come talk to me. What were the kids up to today? The inn must have been slammed.”

She closed my office door and leaned back against it. “It was. My mom was crazy busy at reception. And we put the kids to work helping April set up for the New Year’s Eve party.”

“Hard to believe that’s tomorrow night already.”

“Yeah.” She stared at my desk for a moment, and lowered her voice to a whisper. “It’s sort of insane that I was naked on your desk last night.”

“It is.” Swiveling in my chair to face her, I leaned back and put my hands behind my head. “But also awesome.”

She blushed, dropping her gaze to the coat in her arms. “Have you ever . . . done that before? On your desk, I mean?”

“Nope.”

“Me neither.” She met my eyes. “But I liked it.”

“Me too. I’d say we should give it another go right now, but I’m not sure the other employees here would appreciate the noise, even with the door shut.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Yeah, let’s save that for another day. I actually just came to invite you over to the house for dinner.”

I paused. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t know. Are people going to think it’s strange?”

“What’s so strange about my inviting you for dinner? We’re friends, aren’t we? And if you happen to feel like helping Keaton set up his telescope, even better.”