Tomorrow's Vintage
Time was Alanna's ally

And she never knew it until Kyle Stafford arrived on Lake Erie's South Bass Island. Time, which aged and mellowed the fine wines of her family's vineyards, had worked subtle changes on her feelings for Kyle, deepening and strengthening her love.

Two years ago, Alanna hadn't been able to face the facts of Kyle's past. Now, she could. Now she knew that Kyle was no fantasy, neither white knight nor knight in tarnished armor. Kyle was a man, flesh and blood. And he needed her.