Christmastime Cowboy. Maisey YatesЧитать онлайн книгу.
She stepped gingerly toward his truck and got into the passenger seat without waiting for him. He hadn’t bothered to lock it. There wasn’t really much point in Copper Ridge.
He jerked the driver side door open and got in, starting up the engine. “Yeah, you probably should be a lot more grateful for me than you are.”
They pulled out of the lot and headed back into town. There was one lone spot that he was able to parallel park in just in front of The Grind.
“Two hour parking,” he commented as he got out and rounded her side. “We could walk from here.” He finished that sentence when she hopped out onto the sidewalk.
“Sure,” she said. “If you want to lug your tools all the way down there.”
“I think I can handle it.”
He held the door open for her, but this time, did not put his hand anywhere on her body. She said nothing, but walked into the café in front of him. They got in line together, and he could tell that she was annoyed that they were together in public, and not just running into each other by happenstance.
“What’s your poison?” he asked.
“Just a coffee.”
“That’s not at all exciting.”
“You don’t find a strong jolt of bitter caffeine exciting? I do.”
He laughed. “I suppose I do. A little more exciting with a double shot of espresso poured over the top.”
When they got up to the front he ordered just that, and then ordered her regular coffee. She glared at him as he got his wallet out and paid. “What?”
“I didn’t say you could buy me a coffee.”
“I don’t recall asking you.”
The girl behind the counter handed them their order with a slightly glum expression on her face. Sabrina snatched her coffee out of his hand and headed over to the cream and sugar station.
“I hope you’re happy,” she commented, pouring a little bit of cream and a packet of sugar into her cup and stirring. “You’ve broken that little girl’s heart.”
“That little girl?” he asked, gesturing back toward the counter.
“Yes.”
“First of all, she’s like five years younger than you. Second of all, why? Because she thinks I’m with you?”
“You bought my coffee.”
“Well. I was unaware that was small-town symbolism for a marriage proposal. I thought that you still had to give a couple of oxen to get a woman. I didn’t know you could get her with one cup of coffee.”
She laughed reluctantly, and the two of them walked out of The Grind and onto the rain-soaked sidewalk.
Sabrina looked both ways, and didn’t bother to go to the crosswalk. She just did half a jog across the street, conveniently forgetting the lecture she’d recently given him on the dangers of walking with hot beverages, and he followed.
They walked past his sister-in-law Lane’s Mercantile, full of specialty foods, and then past Pie in the Sky, his sister-in-law Alison’s bakery, which was now across the street from them.
“Main Street is becoming quite the Donnelly affair,” he commented.
“The tasting room is not primarily Donnelly,” she said. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it being part Donnelly, I suppose.”
“Sure, sure.” He smiled at her, and she looked away from him.
He shook his head.
They rounded the corner to the front of their new store and Sabrina produced the keys. “Officially ours,” she said, jingling them before jamming the key into the lock. “After you.”
She held the door for him and he went in ahead of her.
She pulled a pad of paper out of her purse and paced around the room studying their surroundings. “So, we’ve already figured a few things out. But, we need to figure out how much seating we can put in here versus floor space, and of course there needs to be a bit of space for preparation. And for merchandise.”
“Great. I’ll do some measurements and we can do a little Googling to figure out how big some refrigerated display cases are and standard table sizes.”
“Thank God for smartphones,” Sabrina commented.
He chuckled, setting his toolbox down and taking out his tape measure. “I hear that. We didn’t really have those last time you and I hung out.”
She snorted. “I guess not.”
“It’s funny,” he said. “All the things that have changed. That credit union for example. The building was not like that when I lived here.”
“They built a new one about six years ago,” she said.
“And another example. Your brother has been married and divorced,” he said.
“Yes. Dramatically. And of course, the ownership of the winery has changed.”
“True. And if it hadn’t, you wouldn’t have to work with me. Because there’s no way in hell your father would have let me in on a venture involving his precious winery.”
It was her turn to laugh, an icy sound. “Well, if the ownership of the winery hadn’t changed you wouldn’t be working with me anyway. I mean, I wouldn’t be here. It would be a moot point.”
He frowned. “What?”
“I’ve only been back at the winery for two years.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’ve been doing other things. Worked in banking for a while. I managed a bed-and-breakfast in Gold Valley and then I managed the hospitality portion of a dude ranch there called Get Out of Dodge. That’s where I met Olivia Logan. I’m not sure if you’ve met her yet. She works at Grassroots. She used to work at the same ranch that I did, but they scaled back when the owner had a heart attack. Quit taking as many guests and running as many touristy things.”
“You did all that just for...for fun?”
Her shoulders twitched, and her face went tight. “What do we have so far?”
“For what?” he asked, frowning.
“For the dining area. How many tables and chairs?”
He gestured toward the picture windows. “Two with two chairs here. And maybe we can do one with four chairs here. Probably five or six additional tables here in the center of the room. But we need to keep enough space available for the wine.”
“Right. Right. I’m thinking of talking to somebody around town who might have an idea of where we can get shelving made. Something that’s a little artisanal...”
“You can talk to Lane. But don’t think I didn’t notice that you derailed the conversation. Why haven’t you been working at the winery?” he asked.
“It’s been thirteen years since you were back in town, Liam. Did you really think I was only going to have one job for my entire life?”
“Hell no. Not for one second. But I also figured that you would go to some big East Coast school. And I certainly didn’t think you would have come back to the winery after it had passed out of your parents’ control. What does your dad think of that?”
“He thinks poorly of it,” she said stiffly. “But that’s fine. He thinks poorly of me.”
Liam huffed out a laugh. “Now that isn’t true. Your dad thinks you’re everything. Believe me.”
“Right. Is that some coded reference to the fact that he paid you to leave?”
Liam