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“I understand,” Serenity told her. “But I hope you’ll try therice pudding.”

“Of course,” Jenna said. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Serenity smiled, then showed them a couple of pictures. “Myboys. Dragon is the one on the left.”

Jenna stared at pictures of two men she’d never met yet wererelated to her. They were both dark-haired and good-looking. Dragon looked as ifhe were holding in a smile, and she found herself thinking she would like him.Wolf was more serious but still appeared friendly.

“They’re very handsome,” Beth said with a sigh.

“I hope you can meet them one day,” Serenity murmured, takingback the pictures.

“Sure.” Jenna smiled brightly. “Let’s eat.”

When they were all seated, they paused for a moment to saygrace. It was a Sunday morning tradition. When Marshall had closed with “Amen,”heads went up and food started to circulate.

Jenna put both bacon and sausage on her plate before passing itto her father. She sampled from both quiches and then, because she was curious,she took a scoop of the rice pudding. With Serenity watching, she took abite.

The rice was well-cooked, the texture creamy. It was sweet, andthe dried fruit was just moist enough to balance the consistency.

“This is good,” Jenna said, hoping she didn’t sound assurprised as she felt. “Could I get the recipe? I think it’s something I couldmake with my mothers and kids class. A few of the children are lactoseintolerant.”

“Of course. Commercial dairy is filled with hormones,” Serenitysaid. “I hope you tell your customers to buy organic.”

“Pass the butter,” Marshall said.

Jenna knew better than to look at her dad. If she did, shewould start laughing. Instead, she glanced at her mother, who was giving herhusband a “You’re going to get it later” glare.

Tom put down his fork. “I have some wine for you back at theapartment,” he said. “We brought a few bottles with us.”

“You have a winery?” Marshall asked, looking interested for thefirst time.

“I told you that,” Beth said.

“I must have forgotten.”

“We own about a thousand acres in Sonoma and Alexander Valley,”Tom said. “We grow mostly reds. Merlot and Cab, Malbec and some Petit Verdot.We’re a small winery, but we’re growing. Everything is organic.”

“What is the winery called?” Beth asked.

Serenity smiled at Jenna. “Butterfly Wines.”

Jenna set down her fork.

“After our little girl,” the other woman added.

“I inherited some money right out of high school,” Tom said.“Enough to buy an old winery and their land. It was all overrun and poorlymaintained, but we were young and determined.”

Serenity laughed. “We didn’t know anything about making wine,but it seemed the right thing to do.”

“A suggestion from the universe?” Jenna muttered under herbreath.

“I took classes at UC Davis,” Tom said. “Worked for a fewwineries. After a few years, we started to get some decent grapes. When it cametime to bottle it, we had to design a label, which meant coming up with aname.”

“We wanted you to be a part of things,” Serenity said. “Wealways felt your spirit was with us. That it was just a matter of time until youwanted to connect with us.”

Jenna did her best to look pleased with the information, butinside she was angry and confused. They had named a winery after her but hadnever bothered to come find her. It’s not that she was sorry they hadn’t been apart of her life, it was more that she was having trouble believing theirsincerity. And what was with the pressure of expecting her to go find them?

“There’s a Butterfly Creek in the area,” Tom continued. “Whichgets confusing, but we like what they do so it’s all good.”

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