He knows the land.
Screw the job, I want him to screw me.
I’m going to inspect this vineyard and get out of here.
My recommendations are based on science.
Not on Kane’s idea of some mystical connection with the vines.
He’s earthy and runs on instinct.
I’m organized and carry a clipboard.
I cannot be attracted to a man like that.
Yet here we are, in an entangled mess.
That keeps getting more and more confusing.
And now I can’t run away.
I’m keeping a secret.
He’s going to find out.
Will he want this child as much as I do?