Once Upon a Wine Read Online Free PDF Page A

talking about?”
    â€œHe’s a farmer,” Kat pointed out. “He knows about growing stuff in Delaware.”
    â€œI’m not having this conversation right now,” Cammie muttered back.
    Ian lifted one eyebrow. “What conversation?”
    â€œNothing.” She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. “Nothing.”
    Kat kept widening her eyes and clearing her throat.
    â€œWe have to go.” Cammie jabbed her elbow in the general direction of Kat’s ribs. She missed, which sent her stumbling back toward the curb.
    Ian stepped forward and caught her hand again. He held on a moment longer than necessary, his thumb brushing against the inside of her wrist.
    Cammie squeezed his fingers, ready to pick up where they left off. Ready for anything and everything.
    He let her go and stepped back. Then he turned and walked away.
    Cammie blinked and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. She could smell the sweet, ripe strawberries in the air.
    â€œWhat was that?” Kat demanded.
    â€œThat was me almost falling on my face because you weren’t where you were supposed to be.”
    â€œYou were throwing elbows,” Kat pointed out. “I’m not going to stand there and take that. Not when I have ninjalike reflexes.”
    Cammie pivoted on her heel. “You got what you came for. Let’s go. Daylight’s burning.”
    â€œDaylight’s not the only thing burning.” Kat gave her a knowing look. “Summer fling, my ass.”
    â€œIt
was
a summer fling! I haven’t seen that guy since the summer I turned twenty-two!”
    Kat sighed and pressed the pints of strawberries to her bosom. “Star-crossed lovers, reunited at last.”
    â€œOh my god, for the last time, we just—”
    â€œThis is like the start of a romantic comedy! Hot local farmer, cute city girl who’s inherited a vineyard. Opposites attract. Lots of touching and glancing in the grapevines.”
    â€œI didn’t inherit anything.” Cammie rolled her eyes. “I’m just here because you told me to come.”
    â€œAt the end, they whip up some fancy wine that’s so good, everyone in Napa cries with shame.”
    â€œDespite the fact that the cute city girl has no clue about how to grow, harvest, or make wine?”
    â€œYes. It’s a miracle. They make tons of money, move to France, and live happily ever after.” Kat snapped her fingers. “We’ll call it
Once Upon a Wine
.”
    â€œThat’s quite a tale,” Cammie said drily.
    â€œIt could be your life.”
    Cammie shook her head. “Nope. Ian would never move to France.”
    â€œFine, whatever. They can live happily ever after in Napa. I’m not picky.”
    â€œIan won’t live anywhere but Delaware.” Cammie turned her face away as she ducked into the car. “And if we could live happily ever after, we would have done that when we first met.” She took a breath. “He, um, he asked me to stay. At the end of that summer.”
    â€œYou never told me that!” Kat exclaimed.
    Because Cammie had never thought she’d see him again. She certainly never thought he’d want to see her, after the way they’d parted.
    Then this is it, Cammie. I asked you once, and I’m never going to ask you again.
    They got back into the car, but her cousin was not about to let this juicy tale go untold.
    â€œI’m listening.” Kat gestured to the open road stretching out before them. “Spill your guts.”
    â€œI’ll tell you later,” Cammie lied. “Shh. I’m trying to read about tannins.”
    For the next two miles, Kat continued to badger and Cammie continued to deflect. Then they came to an overgrown turnoff from the main road, marked with a little painted sign: LOST DOG VINEYARDS .
    Kat hit the brakes and switched on her turn signal. “Ready?”
    Cammie looked at the sign, looked at