Wed on His Terms: Million-Dollar Marriage Merger. Charlene Sands

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      Wine that is “corked” has been contaminated by its cork stopper, causing a distinctly unpleasant aroma. The wine is ruined for life. It’s spoiled and will never be the same. Fortunately for wine lovers, only seven percent of all wine is considered corked or tainted. A sad fact if you’d invested time and energy with that bottle.

      Wine shouldn’t let you down. And neither should someone you love.

      Tony ran his hands down his face, unable to read any more. But a voice inside told him he had to know the extent of Rena’s feelings. He had to find out what happened to her after he’d left her. He continued to read, sitting stiffly in the chair, woodenly reading words that would haunt him.

       “Rod called today, after his first big sale. It killed me to talk to him, I felt selfish for wishing he’d flop in his high-powered position in New York. I was dealing with my mother’s terminal cancer, needing him so badly.”

      After reading Rena’s story, which ended abruptly when Rena’s mother died, Tony slumped in the seat. Drained, hollowed out by what he’d learned, he simply sat there, reliving the scenarios in his mind.

      Eventually Tony logged off of his computer, leaving the disk behind, but Rena’s emotions and her silent suffering while he was winning races and pursuing his dreams would stay with him forever.

      He met Joe at the office at six o’clock as planned, his disposition in the dumps. “Did you find anything unusual?” he asked his brother.

      â€œNo, not unusual. Dad did screw a lot of people over, but I’ve never seen it so clearly as now.”

      Tony groaned, his mood going from gray to black in a heartbeat. “I was hoping I was wrong.”

      â€œNo, you’re not wrong. Your instincts are dead-on.” Joe shuffled papers around, comparing notes he’d written.

      â€œLooked to me like Dad deliberately undersold cabernet and merlot to the retailers to drive Purple Fields out of business. We make five kinds of wine, but he chose the two Purple Fields are famous for to undercut them. From what I’ve found, he sold for a slight loss for at least ten years. He knew he could sustain those losses without a problem, while Purple Fields couldn’t compete.”

      Tony winced, hearing the truth aloud. “I’d asked Dad to leave Purple Fields alone. To let them make a living. But I’m betting he did it to spite me.”

      Joe’s brows rose. “You think he singled them out because you chose a different career?”

      â€œHe’d never approved of my choices. He didn’t want me to succeed. He wanted to dictate the course of my life, and it pissed him off that I wouldn’t listen to him. I chose racing over him.”

      â€œYeah, Dad was angry when you took off. He wanted to hand down his business to his firstborn son. Hell, he wasn’t too fond of me not sticking around either. I’ve got a head for business, not grape growing.”

      Tony’s lips curved halfway up. “You’re a computer geek, Joe.”

      â€œAnd proud of it,” Joe added, then focused his attention back on the subject at hand. “Dad was an all-around brute. I bet he used the same tactics on half a dozen other small wineries to drive them out of business.”

      â€œDoesn’t make it right. Hell, he made millions. He didn’t need to shut down his competition.”

      â€œApparently, he didn’t see it that way.”

      Tony let go a frustrated sigh. “At least there’s something I can do about it. I’m going to renegotiate those contracts. We’ll sell our wine at a fair price, but we won’t undercut anyone, especially Purple Fields.”

      Joe nodded and leaned back in his chair. “That should make Rena happy.”

      â€œYeah, but it won’t make up for all the past pain this family put her through.”

      â€œYou’re not just talking about Dad now, are you?”

      Tony took a steadying breath and shook his head. “No. But I plan to make it up to Rena. Whether she likes it or not.”

      â€œThose sound like fighting words, Tone.”

      Tony rose from his seat. “They are.”

      â€œOh, before I forget, someone called for you today.” Joe shifted through a pile of notes, coming up with one. “Something about your racing contracts. They’ve been calling the house and couldn’t reach you.”

      He handed Tony the note, and when he glanced at the name, he cursed under his breath. He didn’t need this right now. “Okay,” he said, stuffing the note in his pocket. “Thanks. I’ll take care of it.”

      Now he had three things to deal with, the note he tucked away being the least of his worries. At least he knew now how to save Purple Fields, but after reading Vine by Vine, Tony wasn’t sure how he could repair the damage he’d done to Rena.

      The promise he made to David far from his mind, Tony wanted to save his hasty marriage for more selfish reasons. He couldn’t deny that reliving the past in these last few hours made him realize how much Rena had once meant to him.

      He got in his car and drove off, speeding out of town, needing the rush of adrenaline to ward off his emotions and plaguing thoughts that he was falling in love with Rena again.

      Tony entered the house, and a pleasing aroma led him straight to the kitchen. He found Rena standing at the stove top stirring the meal, her hair beautifully messy and her face pink from puffs of steam rising up. She didn’t acknowledge his presence initially until he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her against him. He kissed her throat, breathing in her citrus scent. “Looking good.”

      â€œIt’s just stew.”

      â€œI meant you,” Tony said, stealing another quick kiss. Coming home to this domestic scene, something grabbed his insides and twisted when he saw her. “You’re beautiful behind the stove. I want to come home to you every night.”

      She frowned and moved slightly away. “Don’t say those things.”

      â€œWhy?” he asked softly. “Because I’ve said them before and now you don’t believe me?”

      Rena kept stirring the stew. “You’re astute.”

      â€œAnd you’re being stubborn.”

      She shrugged, moving away from the stove to grab two plates from the cabinet. Tony took out cutlery from a drawer and set two glasses on the table.

      So now they were resorting to name-calling? This certainly wasn’t the scene Tony pictured in his mind when he first entered the house.

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