No Room for Doubt

In March, the night air still held a bite of winter's chill.

But both of them had drunk enough wine, and with the warmth from the fire pit, the cold was barely noticeable.

Vance was sprawled back on the wooden bench, legs apart. He held a wine glass in one hand, the other resting along the back of the seat. His eyes, full of undisguised affection, followed her as she walked toward him.

Celine sat