The Italian Billionaire's Christmas Miracle

“There’s no need. You heard my friend Gail, a moment ago. I’m a grown woman. I could, and should have spoken sooner. As it was, I put you to a great deal of trouble at a time when you’ve got your hands full with the harvest. It won’t happen again.”

“Are you saying you’ve changed your mind, and won’t be returning to the vineyard?”

“Of course not. I’ll be there tomorrow morning at eight—at least, I will unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“Not at all,” he said, his voice dropping almost to a purr. “Until tomorrow morning, then.”