Chapter Twenty-Seven
Luna
I hurried Kim out to the vineyard, hoping to get away from the main house before the police showed. I had no idea what the scene would be like, but if Sandra’s previous antics were any indication, I’d rather not expose my best friend to that drama.
The rolling hills of the vineyard spread out in front of us as far as I could see. I kept us on the path in the little cart, and it was a gorgeous view the whole way as we headed to the winery.
Kim held her hand up to shield the sun. “It looks like we have the whole place to ourselves.” She was referring to Emma’s Taste of Heaven headquarters, and I wondered if we’d be able to get inside the place.
As we got closer, I saw a woman sitting out front waiting and she stood up to wave as we parked. “Hello, I’m Sylvie.” She shook our hands. “I’m to give you the official tour if you like, or you can have a look around at your leisure. Gabe told me to set you up with some tastings, so that’s ready whenever you like.”
“Thank you, and it’s nice to meet you.” I looked at Kim, who was finishing her thank you to the woman as well, and we shrugged.
“No need to do anything official, I suppose.” I hated to put the woman out, especially if she had the day off. I hoped that Gabe hadn’t called her in because of us.
“No worries. You two look around and I’ll be hanging out if you have any questions. You can drive down into the valley if you like and don’t forget to look around the gift shop. Gabriel wanted you to have a special token of your day together on the house.” Kim’s eyes widened, but I had grown used to his generosity.
“Thank you so much.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Grant.” The woman disappeared into the main office as I led Kim away into the next room. It took her a minute to close her mouth.
But in true Kim form, it didn’t stay shut for long. “You are one lucky girl, Mrs. Grant.”
I thought about what Gabriel had told me minutes earlier before we left the house. “I don’t know about that. Gabriel’s lawyer has drawn up the annulment papers.” I stopped and placed my hand on a railing to steady myself.
“You okay?” Kim frowned at me, looking me up and down.
“Yeah… I don’t know.”
My best friend searched my face. “You’re in love.”
“Maybe, but maybe it’s only lust. I haven’t ever been in love, but I wouldn’t think it would be this complicated.”
“Ah, yeah it is. It’s a mess most of the time.” Her lips pulled tight and she placed her hand on my arm. “You don’t want the annulment, do you?”
I threw my head back and stared at the overhead beams, which were as nice as anything else in the room. “I don’t know. I guess it doesn’t matter. Gabriel regrets the marriage as much as I do.”
“Which, from what I can see, is not that much.” She winced. “You have it bad, friend.”
She was right, I did, but what could I do about it? Gabriel and I had been closer, that was for sure, but was it us getting used to each other in this new way, or was it developing into more? Even if we started dating, an annulment would make sense.
“Maybe the sex is confusing your emotions. It happens to the best of us.”
“We haven’t done it since that first time, and I’m not sure he’s going to go there again.” I had slept beside him for nights and nothing much had happened other than cuddling.
“Maybe you shouldn’t let that be for him to instigate. You are allowed to make a move on the man, too.” She glanced around the room and lowered her voice. “That woman called you Mrs. Grant, so that means he probably told her you’re his wife.”
“I’m sure he did. He told all of the staff at the house that, as well, but only because we don’t want the annulment to make headlines. It wouldn’t look good.” I thought of Mason and how he must have been pleased that the papers were already ordered. I didn’t think Gabriel would have done that already. It seemed much too early.
“What’s the matter?” Kim leaned in as if the other woman could hear everything we said.
“His lawyer and I got into a fight back in Vegas. I denounced my part to Gabe’s money and even offered to sign a contract. Gabriel seemed so against it at the time, but he’s already ordered the annulment papers, so there goes that hope.” I wished it was easier to talk to him.
“You can’t denounce it. I think you’d have to sign something.” She glanced around the room. “To think you own half of this is quite amazing.”
“Shh. I don’t. I never will. It’s not about the money. I think I’d want him no matter where he lived or what his bank account held. He’s a good man.”
Kim placed her hand over her heart. “See, there are those love feelings again. You can’t deny it. I think you’d better figure out a way to keep him.”
“What if I can’t?” I didn’t know anything about landing a man, much less keeping one. Apparently, my skills were lost to the alcohol fog, and it wasn’t like I could ask Gabriel what my magic trick to landing him was.
“If you can’t, you have nothing to lose. But don’t tell me this,” she waved her hand around regarding the room, “is not worth a damned shot. I’ve seen the man, too. He’s gorgeous.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, thinking of how willing I was to try, but before I could say anything else, Sylvie came out of the room, her pale-blue eyes seeking us out.
“Let’s get some wine and see what Emma’s Taste of Heaven is all about.” Kim nudged my arm and pulled me across the room to where the woman had set up a private table for us.
There was wine and glasses for both of us, and also some fresh grapes and cheeses. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
“You’ll be all right; I promise not to marry you.” Leave it to Kim to make me laugh when I wanted to cry. That’s what friends were for: to see you through the bad times.
At the end of our tour and tasting, we went to the gift shop like Gabriel had suggested and picked out our gifts. Before we left, Sylvie hooked us up with some wine and our own collector’s glasses. It felt strange taking tokens from our day, so I gifted my take to Kim for an awesome day to remember.
Both of us were starving despite the wine and cheeses, and I wasn’t sure if it was a good time to go back to the house, but it wasn’t like I could take her anywhere else. I drove us back to the main house, and we parked the little cart on the back port and went in the side entrance that led into the kitchen. Judy was sitting across the room reading a magazine, and from her nonchalant greeting, I figured that Harbor had not yet been taken for questioning.
“Can I get you something?” she asked, placing her magazine face down on the table.
“We’ve experienced the wine tasting, but now we’re hungry. Did we miss lunch?”
“I haven’t served yet. Gabriel said it should wait a bit, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to have a bite. We’re having shrimp po’ boys and slaw.”
“That sounds amazing.” Kim’s eyes lit up; knowing how much she loved shrimp and seafood, I figured she wouldn’t want to wait.
I didn’t want to wait, either, but I wasn’t sure about eating on the patio or in the dining room for that matter. “Do you think we could eat in here?”
Judy’s eyes lit in surprise as she shrugged, moving her magazine off the small table. “You two can sit in my breakfast nook. It has a perfect view of the vineyard.”
“We don’t want to put you out.” I felt the need to apologize, and she reassured me by waving her hand.
“You’re fine. Some company would be nice for a change. Other than Carl and Sandra, there hasn’t been anyone else stopping into the kitchen, and between the three of us, Sandra isn’t much company today.” I found it shocking that she had been sober enough for a visit, but I decided voicing that opinion wouldn’t be a good idea. I had no idea how much Judy cared for the woman. “Have a seat and I’ll fix you up.”
Kim and I thanked her as we took our seats in the breakfast nook that was big enough to seat six and located in the rounded nook of the kitchen. Judy hadn’t been wrong, and the view of the vineyard was breathtaking from the spot. I wondered how many acres it was, and was sure it was in one of our pamphlets from the gift shop.
Kim kept her loot on the table and was careful not to shake it around too much with the wine and glasses that were wrapped up inside it. “Next time you come to my house, we’re popping this cork.” She had loved most every one of the wines she’d tasted, but that bottle had been her favorite variety.
“It’s a date.” I’d thought we’d be tipsy before it was all over, but instead I felt wonderful, aside from being a bit hungry.
Judy made quick work to solve that problem and in minutes had our sandwiches in front of us. My eyes widened over the size and Judy sat at the table and waited for us to taste them. “Tell me what you think,” she said, looking at us with anticipation.
I took a bite and savored the flavor of the shrimp and slaw. “This is amazing. Thank you.”
Judy squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “It won a blue ribbon in the yearly cook-off.”
Kim was too busy eating to speak, but she closed her eyes and nodded as she gave Judy a thumbs up. But that was when there was a knock on the front door.
Judy walked out to the entrance, which was right through the door, and when I heard it open, I could hear the police. Kim could, too, and her eyes flashed with concern. “It’s okay.”
She nodded and we kept eating as they asked for Harbor Grant. I didn’t dare move. If Harbor saw me, he’d think I had something to do with it. He’d know it.
A slow burn ached in my heart as Gabriel’s voice told his nephew it would be all right, and just to cooperate. Mason was in there, too, promising to follow Harbor down to the station. Harbor didn’t speak at all, but then I heard Sandra, and my heart sank.
“What are you doing with my son!” she screamed. Gabriel’s voice assured her it would be okay, and if I knew him, he’d be holding her back.
“He’s going in for questioning,” said a male voice I was unfamiliar with. It must have been the officer.
“Is he being arrested?” Sandra was one tough cookie, and I’d hate to have to tangle with her.
“We’re going to ask him some questions is all, ma’am. He can have a lawyer present.”
“I’m going with him, Sandra. It will all be okay; I promise.” Mason was making the big promises, but she wasn’t buying it.
“If you harm one hair on his head… Mason, you better take care of him.” Her voice rose as if they were walking away from her and the sound of the door closing was subtle, but still quite recognizable.
I looked up at Kim, whose eyes were as wide as saucers. As glass shattered on the other side of the door, Sandra lost it.