be the family renting that cottage?”
He held out his hand and Kelsey happily shook it, grateful to find the locals so friendly. The older women whispered something to themselves as they watched, but she paid little attention. He turned to Matt and gave him a hearty handshake, then returned to his work.
“We need a few supplies,” Kelsey handed him the list her stepmother had jotted down. He eyed the items and grinned.
“Just a moment,” He leaned towards the back room and called out, a younger boy appearing in the doorway. Handing the list to him, he looked puzzled and fearful but headed off down the aisles, “My little brother is learning English. A simple grocery list would be ideal practice. I’m Antonio Russo, my father owns the store.”
Antonio was everything that she had imagined a quiet Italian man to be, his dark eyes shone brightly from underneath a full head of long, chocolate brown hair. She couldn’t help but admire his sun kissed skin and the shapely muscles of his arms pressing against the sleeves of his white shirt beneath the apron. Matt eyed Kelsey suspiciously, feeling a slight pang of jealous for her deep stare. The young boy reappeared with a basket full of things, beaming with pride at his accomplishment. Kelsey laughed and thanked him, then he disappeared into the backroom once again. Antonio scooted out from behind the meat counter and headed over to the register, where he took the money from Matt with a smile.
“Are you working here alone?” Kelsey looked around for his help. Manning the meat counter and cash register the answer was obvious, but it seemed a little much for one person.
“Yes of course,” His voice was calm and warm, “This is a small town miss?”
“Call me Kelsey.” She felt her cheeks blush as he nodded.
Outside the sun had completely disappeared behind the tree line but hints of dusk still trailed some specs of light in the sky. She and Matt headed back to the car in silence, Matt clearly fuming with jealously.
“It’s nice to see the locals are so pleasant.” Kelsey was oblivious to his reaction as they climbed back into the economy car.
Matt finished loading the supplies and humped down into the driver’s seat, “Yes really friendly.”
Kelsey gave a playful laugh and punched his arm softly, “Why Matt, you’re not jealous of that boy are you?”
She batted her eyes up at him, a cheeky grin on her face until Matt couldn’t help but break a smile. He laughed and pulled her close to him in the seat, kissing her lips long and passionately. As the car sped off towards the cabin, Kelsey thought back to her father’s promise to curve his cheating ways. Normally he would have used this trip as an excuse to scope the locals . She nodded to herself thinking that, so far, he was keeping his word. The conversation lightened as the two chatted about their experiences with such wines in college and laughed at the stories of Matt’s time overseas sampling more exotic cuisine. They arrived back at the cottage just after dark had finally fallen over the area. Elena had set up the living room and kitchen to resemble a home and Kelsey grinning at the roaring fire. After a pleasant dinner, Matt gave her a wink and motioned towards the front door.
“We’re going to head out for a walk,” Kelsey smiled at her father and cleared her plate.
Outside the world had cooled and a soft breeze blew across the grape vines and rustled their leaves. Kelsey smiled warmly and gazed into Matt’s blue eyes, the love was clear. Wrapped tightly in his strong arms the two admired the vineyard, stretching on for miles with tightly wound, thick vines running along glimmering metal rods. The smell of ripe grapes hung heavy in the air around her. This world was peaceful and quaint, and though she typically preferred city life, the villa had made an impression.
“I like this,” She hugged Matt’s waist, “It’s peaceful and yet there is so