It looked like snow when Jaime arrived at River’s Bend. Gray clouds pushed in from the south, and the wind had a bite to it that clawed underneath the heaviest coats. It was only a few days before Christmas, and the vineyard sparkled with Christmas lights, more than one tree decorated and placed in front of the tall windows.
But Jaime wasn’t here to look at Christmas lights. He’d called Eric yesterday to ask to meet with him. He could’ve gone to his place, he supposed, but he wanted to speak to him on somewhat neutral territory.
He glanced up at the sky, squinting at what looked like tiny flurries. He hoped it wouldn’t start snowing before this was over and done with.
A car pulled up. Jaime stilled, listening as he stood behind the main building of the vineyard, waiting for Eric to arri
