along with juice and water for those waiting, but Erin, Honor and Mom were taking care of their guests so Brenna could be free to deal with vineyard business today.
“Excited?” Finn asked.
She nodded. “One of our best days of the year.”
He pulled her close and brushed his lips across hers. “Have a great day.”
She smiled at him, relieved that he understood how utterly swamped she was going to be today. She likely wouldn’t have a moment to spare. “We’ll catch up later.”
He nodded. “If you need something, yell for me.”
By the time Brenna and her team were ready, the staging area was filled with excited people who were ready to start picking grapes and filling buckets and bins. Since her dad was not at all into public speaking, it fell to Brenna to launch the harvest, so she walked up to the front of the group.
“Good morning, everyone. Thanks so much for coming to Harvest Day at Red Moss Vineyards. On behalf of the Bellini family, we welcome you and hope you’ll have a wonderful time harvesting grapes. We’re going to divide the groups into pickers, fillers and stompers. If you want to stomp grapes, you can follow Finn Nolan over there to the left-hand side, and he’ll lead you to the grape-stomping holding area. Pickers will be led by my father, Johnny Bellini. He and his staff will lay out all the rules about picking grapes. Then we’ll have loading groups take the grapes and load them into buckets and dump them into the stomping bins.
“I want you all to know that every part of this process is vital to making wine, so we appreciate all of you showing up to help us out. Once we’re finished, a champagne brunch will be served and everyone gets a T-shirt, courtesy of Red Moss Vineyards. Is everyone ready to get started?”
Cheers and claps went up and Brenna felt that initial thrill of excitement zipping through her nerve endings.
“Okay, everyone, follow your leaders, and let’s have a fun harvest!”
She waited while everyone dispersed. It all went well, no one seemed confused and as she walked among the lines of the grapes, her team had everyone in order.
“Owen came today,” Honor said. “I wasn’t sure he would.”
Brenna smiled as she noticed him having a conversation with their mom. “I’m glad he did. He hasn’t missed a harvest for as long as we’ve known him. The breakup with Erin was hard on everyone and Owen has distanced himself since then.”
Honor nodded. “Yes, he has. I think Dad calling him and asking him to come really let him know that all was forgiven.”
“I hope so. Erin is over it, she’s happy, and it’s time for everyone to move on now.”
“Exactly.” Honor smiled. “Oh, Colt is here. I need to go.”
Brenna squinted in the morning light to get a look at this guy that Honor had been dating. Ruggedly good-looking for sure. Honor threw her arms around him and Colt grabbed two giant handfuls of her sister’s ass. Right there in the open in front of everyone.
Ugh. Brenna could only hope her parents hadn’t seen that.
“What the—” Erin had come over. “Is that the infamous Colt she’s been gushing over?”
“Yes.”
“Handsy, isn’t he?” Erin glared at him.
It was one thing to put your hands all over a woman when you were in private. But this was a public event for the Bellini family with outside guests and Brenna could tell that Honor was uncomfortable with the groping.
“Who the hell is that guy?” Owen asked as he stepped up beside Brenna.
“Colt. Some cowboy Honor’s been dating.”
“Uh-huh. A little publicly familiar with Honor’s—parts, isn’t he?”
Owen didn’t look any happier about it than Brenna was.
“I’ll say,” Erin said.
Owen let out a disgusted grunt. “Would you like me to have a talk with him? Or maybe knock him down?”
Brenna smirked. “No, I think Honor can handle him.” Hopefully.
“Fine. But I’ll keep a close eye on him. Hey, good to see both of you.”
“You, too, Owen,” Erin said. “We’re glad you’re here.”
Owen shot her a smile. “Thanks. It’s good to be here.”
Brenna watched as Owen trailed after Honor and Colt.
“Well, that was interesting, don’t you think?” Erin asked.
“What was?”
“Owen was pissed about Colt getting handsy with Honor.”
Brenna shrugged. “He’s always been protective of us.”
Erin gave her a half smile. “Maybe.”
What the hell did that mean? She started to ask, but then someone needed her, and Erin ran off, so she didn’t get the chance. She quickly fell into the routine of the