Cat POV
I'd agreed to go to Luke's grandfather's house with him, but I hadn't realized it was in France. We packed our bags and headed off across the Atlantic in Luke's private jet.
The house was in the countryside on a massive vineyard. We got a good look at it as the plane descended. It was so large and old it was basically a French castle, with the vineyard still fully operational.
There was even a private airstrip on the giant estate. After Luke's jet landed, a car was waiting to drive us from the airstrip back to the mansion.
“This is one of the longest-running vineyards in Europe," Luke muttered to me as we drove through the rows of grape vines. “And perhaps the only place I ever felt a little at home."
Workers in big straw hats with satchels were busy harvesting grapes.
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