Passionate Harvest Read Online Free PDF Page B

chimney tops and a hot guy to keep you warm.
    The image that popped into her head made her scurry up the stairs and into the small but functional bathroom. Dominic had been as good as his word. A white cotton tee shirt lay draped on the towel rail next to a fresh white fluffy towel. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. As Maggie would say, she looked like something the cat had dragged in, except, in her case she was something the large dog had flattened.
    After a quick wash with the same deliciously scented soap she’d smelled on Dominic, and wearing his over large clean tee shirt, she felt better. She replaced the towel on the rail and collected her dirty top to take back downstairs. As she left the bathroom she noticed the door to his bedroom was ajar, and, like she’d done with the lounge downstairs, she couldn’t resist taking a quick look.
    The room was curiously bare and tidy. White painted walls, a large pine chest of drawers, wardrobe and a huge bed covered in a plain dark blue quilt. She shook her head briskly to clear it of the image that had formed in her mind of Dominic, sinfully naked mussing up the pristine covers. No pictures, ornaments or photographs relieved the emptiness of the room. Dominic must take minimalism to a new level she mused and headed back to the kitchen.

Chapter Three

    She entered the kitchen to find Dominic busy assembling sandwiches at the countertop.
    He didn’t look up from his task. “I forgot to ask if you were vegetarian?”
    Lucy shook her head. “No, I was for a while when I was younger but Aunt Maggie cooks a mean bacon sandwich.”
    Her stomach growled at the memory and she discreetly prodded her middle in a bid to make it stop, hoping he hadn’t heard it.
    “I made you a mug of tea, there’s sugar in the jar if you want it.” He inclined his head towards the kettle.
    “You must have read my mind. I’m dying for a cup of tea.” She wrapped her fingers around the chunky green mug and sipped the steaming liquid.
    Dominic placed the top slice of bread on the sandwiches and cut them through. “I thought we’d eat in here.” He placed the plates down on the small pine table and drew out a chair for her.
    Lucy took a seat as her stomach growled again.
    “Hungry?” Dominic took the chair opposite hers.
    She stared at him mid bite and nodded her head.
    “It’s only ham, cheese and salad. I’d planned on eating lunch in the restaurant so you could try the food there.” A flicker of a smile appeared on his face. “I think after the morning’s adventures we’d better save that for another day.”
    “I might be more appropriately dressed then.” She smiled back at him and hitched the tee shirt he’d lent her back up onto her shoulder from where it had started to slide. Sitting at the tiny table, wearing his clothes with her bare feet resting on the wooden crossbar of her chair felt strangely intimate. She wondered if he had a woman in his life, someone who he made sandwiches for and who would wander around his home in her bare feet. His voice jerked her out of her daydream.
    “Now you’ve seen some of the vineyard operations have you had any thoughts on whether you might be interested in working here for the next twelve months?”
    His voice was even, betraying nothing about his feelings towards her, if he wanted her to take up her inheritance. 
    Lucy swallowed her bite of sandwich, flustered by the direction of her recent thoughts. “I’m not sure yet. I think I need to see the rest of the layout and I want to look at the finances with the accountant and Mr Fullwood.” She’d been turning over in her head what she should do about her bequest all morning. Moving back to England and starting a new career was an enormous decision to make.
    She noticed the small start of surprise in his eyes when she mentioned the accounts even though his expression didn’t change. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting her to be so businesslike.
    “That sounds