There’s Always Someone Here

"Honey," she reached across and brushed some crumbs off my shirtfront. "We are not ending this trip without visiting a winery."

“Feels like something we’re supposed to do on a honeymoon,” I agreed. “But all the ones we've seen so far were on gravel roads, and it’s got to be twenty years since I last rode a motorbike. I don't want to kill you before we have an anniversary.”