Chapters (57)
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- 1. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 2. Henry
- Henry
- 3. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 4. Henry
- Henry
- 5. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 6. Henry
- Henry
- 7. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 8. Henry
- Henry
- 9. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 10. Henry
- Henry
- 11. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 12. Henry
- Henry
- 13. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 14. Henry
- Henry
- 15. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 16. Henry
- Henry
- 17. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 18. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 19. Henry
- Henry
- 20. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 21. Henry
- Henry
- 22. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 23. Henry
- Henry
- 24. Sylvia
- Sylvia
- 25. Henry
- Henry
- Epilogue: Sylvia
- Also by Melanie Harlow
- Never Miss a Melanie Harlow Thing!
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“I did. But we’re not together anymore. I mean, we’re divorced.”
“Oh.” Whitney’s eyes moved back and forth between Sylvia and me, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
“Then you should totally get a dog now,” Keaton said.
“Do you have kids?” Whitney asked.
I shook my head. “Just nieces and nephews, but they all live in other states.”
“Do you see them a lot?” Keaton asked.
“Not as much as I’d like,” I admitted, tugging my collar away from my neck. I was suddenly warm beneath my clothing. Whitney was staring at me pretty hard.
Not that I blamed her. She was old enough to wonder who the hell this guy was that her mother kept bringing home to dinner. I had to remind myself that we weren’t really doing anything wrong . . . were we?
“All ready for tomorrow night, April?” Sylvia asked.
“Almost.” April took a sip of wine. “As long as the head chef doesn’t throw a tantrum and none of my servers call in sick, I think we’re good. The kids were a huge help today.”
“Good.” Sylvia beamed at her children. “They’re ready and willing to work tomorrow too. Oh, Mom, will you be okay at reception without me tomorrow? Chloe needs my help again in the tasting room.”
“Sure, sweetheart. That’s fine.”
“Henry has been teaching me about the winemaking process here,” Sylvia went on as she lifted her glass. “It’s so fascinating.”
“Is that what you do?” Whitney asked. “Make the wine here?”
“Yes,” I told her.
“Do you live close?”
“I live in Hadley Harbor. Not too far.”
“Did you go to high school with my mom?” Her questions were coming faster now. My leg had a nervous twitch beneath the table.
“No, I grew up on a farm in Iowa.”
“Henry originally went away to school to be a doctor,” said Sylvia. “He likes science just like you do, Keaton.”
“Really?” Her son looked at me with interest.
I nodded, grateful for the opportunity to shift the conversation away from me. “I hear you got a telescope for Christmas.”
“Yeah, but I can’t figure out how to set it up.”
“How about I take a look after dinner and see if I can help?”
He pushed his glasses up his nose and grinned. “That would be great.”