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“That fucker saidwhat?” Heath says.

“A clip? Really, a clip?” Ginny asks.

“He actually spelledhasandshewrong too,” Dori says. “But I didn’t want to sayahsandseh. Not as much impact. Or would it have been as much impact?”

“Probably about as much impact as his penis has if he has to call himselfSpankySpankyHottieon the internet,” Samantha says.

“Very likely true,” Thor agrees.

“News,” Heath says, shaking his head at all of us, a smile lingering on his lips while he pours the wine. “Mabel, what’s the news?”

She glances at Ginny, then at the rest of us. “It’s not an investor, but an invited wedding guest reached out to ask if they could rent our space.”

“Another event?” Samantha sits straighter.

“Not exactly,” Mabel murmurs with another glance at Ginny.

Ginny frowns back. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“They apparently heard we’re planning to relaunch operations, and they want to film a documentary about us.”

“No,” Olivia says.

“Absolutely not,” Samantha agrees.

I glance at Heath.

He pauses in passing out wine glasses and glances back at me, frowning, and I know a million things are swirling through his mind.

“How much?” he asks Mabel.

“Doesn’t matter. We’re not doing it,” Olivia replies.

“How much?” Ginny says, echoing Heath.

“Ginny,no,” Samantha says.

“How much?” Ginny repeats.

“Enough to buy us three or four more months,” Mabel says. “Afterthe grapes I’d have to negotiate with Winona so that we could actually look like we’re reopening operations this year.”

“Fuck,” Ginny whispers.

“Why are we still discussing this?” Olivia asks.

“None of us would have to be on camera unless we want to be,” Mabel says. “It’s a documentary, not a reality show. And the producer’s willing to discuss timing the release to coincide with us reopening the gift shop and tasting room.”

“Fuck,” Ginny whispers again.

“I couldn’t tell them yesorno without asking all of you how you’d feel about it,” Mabel says.

“We arenot—” Olivia starts again, but Ginny cuts her off.

“Who?” she says. “Who’s involved?”

“It’s a retired hockey player who’s been doing self-made documentaries on social media about him trying to find a new career off the ice.”

Ginny grimaces.