“I have to admit, I thought about it. I haven’t felt very desirable in the last year or so. And now all of a sudden to have someone telling me I’m beautiful and sexy and he wants me . . . it’s messing with my head. It feels so good to hear those things, I just want more. It’s like a drug.” I shrugged. “Maybe he feels that way too.”

“So you think it’s just a surface-level attraction kind of thing?”

“Who knows?” I tossed my hands in the air. “I really like him. He’s gorgeous and sensitive and smart, and the physical attraction is definitely strong. But I haven’t even been here a week. And we agreed that it’s not worth ruining what could be a nice friendship—not to mention that he works for our family. He feels totally weird about that, and I don’t blame him.”

April sighed. “Yeah. Me neither.”

“Plus, he said something else that I keep thinking about.” I played with the end of my loose French braid.

“What?”

“He said he doesn’t know what he wants. To me, that means he recognizes that whatever we’re feeling could just be a temporary physical thing and he might never want more than that.” I shook my head. “I can’t risk that. I can’t put myself in a situation where I might develop feelings for someone, and then it turns out he doesn’t want me that way. I just went through it, and it tore me apart.”

April put a hand on my leg. “Be right back. Grabbing that wine.”

I smiled, though I suddenly felt like crying. “Okay.”

While she was in the kitchen, I wondered where Henry was tonight, if he was thinking about me. Would he come into work tomorrow? Would it be wise to stay away if he did? Or would we be perfectly fine, now that we’d gotten that kiss out of the way and openly discussed how we felt about it?

When April came back, I decided to ask her.

“I need some advice,” I said, after she handed me a glass of something cold and white.

“I don’t know if I’m the right person to ask, but I’ll try.” April settled next to me again.

“I’d like to learn more about the winemaking at Cloverleigh, maybe start working on a regular basis in the winery, and Henry agreed to sort of take me on as a student.”

“Okay.” April took a sip of wine.

“It would mean spending time together, sometimes alone. Do you think it’s a bad idea? Should I just ask Chloe to train me if she can find the time?”

“Do you want the truth?”

“Please.”