I bet it’s gorgeous during the day.
Davis pulls into a spot in the mostly empty parking lot. He hops out of the car and opens Crew’s door for him, making me smile. When I reach for my door, he makes a noise.
“Let me, Kiki.”
I lift my hands in the air to show him I have no intention of opening my door, causing both men to chuckle. As soon as Crew is out of the car, Davis races around to help me out.
“Thank you, Davis.”
He lifts my hand to his lips, brushing them against my knuckles as he grins. “It’s my pleasure.”
I take his arm when he offers it to me, grinning when Crew takes his other arm.
Just two betas and their omega out on a date.
Why did I freak out about this so much again?
“Davis!” A masculine voice calls out as we approach the porch, a man stepping out the front door to grin at us. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
“It’s good to see you, Harrison. I’d shake your hand, but as you can see, my arms are spoken for.” Davis sounds proud of himself. “Harrison, this is Kiara and her omega, Crew. My pack is courting the two of them.”
Harrison flashes his pearly whites at us once more, running a hand through his thick blond hair. He’s attractive enough, I guess, but he screams city boy to me. I’m surprised he chose to run a vineyard in the middle of the Tennessee mountains. “It’s nice to meet both of you. Did Davis tell you what you’d be doing tonight?”
“No.” Crew is back to pouting, and he’s lucky he’s an attractive pouter. There aren’t many grown men who still look attractive when they pout.
“That’s okay. I’ll explain as we head around back.” Instead of entering the building, he leads us around the side. I fall in love with this place a little bit more when I realize it’s a wrap-around porch.
I fucking love wrap-around porches.
“Thank you so much for hosting us so late.” Part of me feels bad that they’re working so late, but I’m also excited to see what Davis has planned for us.
“My pack mates are just finishing setting up,” he tells us. “We do events at the vineyard at all times of day and night, so don’t worry about it being late. Just last week, we had an event that started at two in the morning. This is nothing. The pack and I do the admin work for the vineyard and run some of the events, butwe have a staff to help with all of that. We’re used to keeping odd hours—especially now that the babies are teething.”
Empathy courses through me. “You have newborns and a new business? I don’t envy you that.”
Harrison chuckles. “We didn’t expect to be chosen to adopt so soon after opening the vineyards, that’s for sure. But we wouldn’t change it for anything. Now, here we are. These are my pack mates, Tyler, Samson, and Yuri. Matthew is the one with the twins sitting on the swing.”
I greet them, but my eyes are drawn to the easels. “Are we doing a paint and sip?”
“We are. You’ve always mentioned wanting to do it, so I figured this was the perfect opportunity. Yuri is an artist himself—his pieces sell for hundreds of thousands—so we have the best teacher.”
“Don’t forget the best wine,” Samson adds with a smile. “Choose your seats while Tyler pours the tasting flights. Yuri is really excited about this. If it goes well, we might start offering it regularly.”
I don’t have to be told twice as I pull away from Davis and choose the stool on the right. As soon as Crew and Davis join us, Yuri dives right into the class.
I lose myself in the process, a little sad when we’re interrupted to taste the wines. At least until I taste them. I don’t drink much wine, but theirs is amazing, and I’m definitely going to need to buy a few bottles for the house.
Once we finish our paintings, we pile into golf carts with Harrison and Yuri, and they drive us away from the bright lights of the winery. They drop us off with a blanket, snacks, and a bottle of wine to do some stargazing. They promise to be back to pick us up in an hour, but as I stare up at the wide open sky, I don’t think I’d mind them leaving us out here all night.
Once Davis unfurls the blanket and lays it on the ground, Crew pulls me down beside him so I’m curled into his side as we stare up at the star-filled sky.
Nothing beats the mountain sky, where the light pollution from major cities doesn’t hide most of the stars from sight.
Davis lowers himself on my other side, and I roll onto my back so I can see him. I smile when he takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers.
“Are you having a good time?” he asks quietly, as if he’s afraid to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.
“You know I am,” I assure him.