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“Mom,” Philip said, with a teasing warning in his voice.

“Let’s make a toast,” Hugo said, raising his glass. “To all things that grow.”

“Especially love,” Leanne added.

And Elsbeth could not agree more.

Chapter Thirteen – Elsbeth

“That was delicious,” Elsbeth said, setting her napkin beside her empty plate. The meal had surpassed her expectations. Not just the food, which was outstanding, but the easy conversation and genuine warmth that flowed around the table.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it,” Leanne smiled, reaching across to refill Elsbeth’s wine glass. “It’s been a joy having you here and hearing all about your plans for Rose Farm.”

“Thanks,” Elsbeth said as she reached for her glass.

“And don’t forget my offer,” Hugo said. “When you’re ready to sell your flowers, I would be more than happy to introduce you to Martha Horton, who organizes the farmers’ markets around this area. The farmers’ market in Bear Creek gets good foot traffic, especially during tourist season.”

“I’d appreciate that. I had done some research but hadn’t gotten as far as looking up contacts,” Elsbeth admitted. “I’ve been so focused on getting the irrigation set up so I can start planting.”

“Martha would be more than willing to drop by and offer you her advice,” Hugo said. “She’s always looking for quality local vendors.”

“And when you are ready to make bouquets,” Leanne added, leaning forward with enthusiasm, “there’s this wonderful warehouse about thirty minutes from here that carries the most beautiful ribbons and vases. I go there for my crafting supplies. We should make a day of it sometime. Maybe invite Cassia, too.”

“I’d love that,” Elsbeth said, surprised at how natural it felt to make future plans with Philip’s family. As she placed her wine glass down on the table, she snuck a glance at Philip.

Throughout dinner, he’d been attentive and encouraging, drawing her into the conversation whenever she fell quiet. He’d made such an effort to make her feel part of the family. And he’d succeeded.

“Thanks for dinner, Mom,” Philip said as he stood up and began clearing the dishes.

“Yes, it was wonderful.” Elsbeth pushed her chair back. “Let me help with the dishes. It’s the least I can do after such an amazing meal.”

“Absolutely not,” Leanne said, gently taking the plates from her hands. “You’re our guest.”

“Besides,” Hugo added, nodding toward the door, “Philip owes you a tour of the vineyard. And sunset is the best time. The light makes everything golden.”

“Yes, you two go on and enjoy the sunset,” Leanne encouraged.

Hugo chuckled and winked at his son. “Plus, you really should see those vines he’s been fussing over all day. Not a dead leaf in sight. I’ve never seen them looking so pristine.”

Philip’s cheeks flushed as he shook his head at his father. “Dad...”

“What?” Hugo spread his hands innocently. “I’m just saying you’ve been particularly...thorough...today.”

Elsbeth bit back a smile as Philip placed the dishes next to the sink and then offered his hand to her. “Shall we?”

She placed her hand in his, that familiar electricity sparking between them. “I’d love to see the vineyard.”

As Philip led her back out onto the porch, the setting sun bathed everything in amber light. The rows of vines stretched before them like ribbons of gold and green. The sight took Elsbeth’s breath away.

“It’s even more beautiful than I imagined,” she whispered, her hand still clasped in Philip’s.

“Come on,” he said, tugging her gently toward a path that wound between the vines. “I want to show you my favorite spot.”

They walked in comfortable silence, enjoying the sweet scent of ripening grapes mingled with the earthiness of soil and the faint perfume of wildflowers growing along the edges of the vineyard.

“Your parents are wonderful,” Elsbeth said finally, glancing up at Philip’s profile. The golden light caught in his dark hair, highlighting strands she hadn’t noticed before.

“They like you,” he replied as he cast a sideways glance her way. “I knew they would.”

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