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He broke into a chorus of Weird Al’s “Eat It,” and Skylar cracked up laughing.
They turned a corner, coming up on the main building, and a blond man crossed their path and nodded his head in greeting.
“Evening,” Franky said.
Skylar smiled in reply, and the man stopped in his tracks.
“Sky?”
Her mouth dropped open when she realized who this tall, brawny man was. “Luca?” Her voice squeaked a little from excitement.
“It is you. Oh my goodness.” He rushed toward her with open arms.
She walked to him, very aware of Franky standing behind them while Luca wrapped his muscular arms around her and pulled her tightly against his broad chest.
“How are you?” she asked.
He let go and looked at her. “I’m good. You?”
“Good.” She looked over at Franky. “This is my friend, Franky Middlebury.”
“Hey, I’m Luca Zanetti. My family runs the place.”
Franky shook his hand. “Skylar told me.”
Luca looked at Skylar again. “What are you up to while you’re here?”
“We’re walking the bridge for the first time tomorrow morning,” Skylar replied.
“You picked a great year for it. Supposed to be a beautiful morning.”
“I heard you were hanging around here, learning the family business.”
“That I am. If you want, I can give you a tour.” Luca glanced over at Franky as if suddenly remembering someone else was standing there. “Both of you.”
“We’ll think about it,” Franky replied.
Luca motioned toward the winery. “You should come up for dinner.”
She nodded. “We will in a bit.”
“Okay, maybe I’ll see ya in there.”
“Maybe.”
He waved at them as he took off.
Skylar had forgotten how handsome Luca was. She’d had a crush on him when they were younger, but nothing much ever came of it. Mostly because she was in love with Franky the whole time.
“Should we get cleaned up for dinner?” Franky asked.
“That sounds good.”
They headed back to the cabin, and Franky elbowed her.
She elbowed him back.
“So, Luca …”