Nathaniel's POV Morning in the hills of Southridge broke perfectly with cloudless blue skies, mild temperatures, and a soft breeze carrying the scent of ripening grapes. Annie had suggested a walk around the property, and I'd agreed instantly, grateful for a little time alone with her, away from the buzz of family activity. "Come on, I want to show you my favorite place to read," Annie said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the vineyard. Ginger trotted happily behind us, occasionally stopping to investigate an interesting scent or chase a leaf the breeze had knocked loose. Her puppy enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn't help smiling as I watched her discover an entirely new world. Annie was glowing, clearly emotional about being back in the place that had become a refuge for her after Zoey's wedding. Her eyes sparkled as she guided me through the grounds. "That's where I used to sit and read in the afternoons," she said, pointing to a stone bench beneath a large, leaf
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