A Valentine Kiss. Christy McKellen

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      No, she concluded. They weren’t right for each other. And no matter what her heart said she couldn’t be with someone who didn’t want to let her in.

      ‘Going down?’ a voice asked behind her, and she turned, her heart in her throat until she realised that it was Frank, not Jordan behind her.

      ‘No.’ She smiled at him and checked her watch. ‘I have under thirty minutes before I need to leave to do some work on the event. There’s no time for me to get lost in the fields today.’

      Frank nodded and just stood behind her, and his steady presence gave her a feeling of calm.

      ‘Something’s wrong,’ Frank said, still staring out to the fields.

      She bit her lip when Frank’s lack of eye contact reminded her of how uncomfortable he was talking about anything personal, and answered him. ‘Nothing out of the ordinary.’

      Not if you counted a will forcing you to reunite with a not-so-ex-husband as ordinary.

      ‘You sure?’

      ‘Yes.’ She turned to him now, and saw the concern on his face. ‘I’m not going to break down because Jordan is back, Frank.’

      Frank sank his hands into his pockets and shifted his weight. He hated interfering, she thought, and her heart warmed even as she wondered why he thought he needed to.

      ‘I know you’re a strong, independent woman...’

      This time Mila didn’t try to hide her smile.

      ‘But that doesn’t mean that your ex being back shouldn’t bother you in some way.’

      Her smile faded and she shrugged. ‘I’m not saying it doesn’t bother me. But I can handle it.’

      ‘He hurt you pretty bad the last time.’

      ‘Yeah, he did. But I hurt him, too,’ she answered without thinking, and lifted a hand to her mouth when she realised it was true. She had hurt him when she’d asked him to give her space. The thought left a feeling of discomfort in her stomach.

      ‘I can talk to him if you like.’

      She smiled. ‘You would hate that.’

      Frank returned her smile. ‘I would. But I’d do it.’

      ‘I know you would. For Greg, right?’ She said it because she knew it must be true. Especially since Greg had asked her to look after the others at the vineyard in the same way.

      ‘Yeah. But for you, too.’

      She brushed a kiss on Frank’s cheek because she knew he cared for her, and laughed when the action made him blush.

      ‘I’m okay, Frank. I promise.’

      She left after that, the brief interaction leaving her steadier. Perhaps it was because she believed what she’d told Frank. She could handle Jordan.

      Yes, his being back brought back emotions, memories that she wished she could forget. And it stirred up the anger, the accusations she’d wanted to hurl at him the moment she’d got the divorce papers that had made her realise he had given up on them. But the more time she spent with him now also made her realise that there were things between them that had never really been right. With her, with him or in their relationship.

      But Frank’s presence had reminded her of the promise she’d made to Greg to look after the vineyard. And for the first time she realised the implications of Greg’s will on that promise. If she didn’t put aside her feelings, she wouldn’t be able to plan the event. That would mean that 50 per cent of the vineyard would be auctioned off, which would mean an uncertain future.

      If someone horrible became part-owner, it would affect Frank and everyone else on the vineyard that she’d grown to care about. She had to do it for them. She needed to plan this event, make sure that it was a success and then sign her share over to Jordan even if the whole process pained her.

      And she would do it for the people she cared about.

      * * *

      It seemed to Jordan that he wasn’t the only one who had decided to let his feelings take a back seat. Mila had greeted him cordially when she’d seen him waiting for her on one of the chairs on the patio and asked him to drive them to the school. Her tone had been reserved, but not entirely cold, and Jordan had thought that maybe she had decided cordiality was better than letting the emotions of the past interfere again.

      He couldn’t agree more, and so an unspoken truce had formed between them. He’d waited for Mila to grab some things from her room, and when she’d returned and walked past him the smell of vanilla had followed her. His body had tightened in response, and he’d wondered how difficult this truce would be.

      ‘What’s our plan for this?’

      ‘Well, I have the list of all the vendors we used last time. Most of them will be at this food fair—thank goodness Stellenbosch’s event industry is small—so we can split up and ask them about their availability and interest in our event.’

      He ran his tongue over his teeth, keeping his eyes glued to the road. ‘I don’t think we should split up. Didn’t the will stipulate we do this together?’

      She gave him a wry smile. ‘I don’t think that’s what your father meant.’

      ‘Maybe not, but it would probably be a good idea for me to tag along with you. I didn’t do any of this the first time, remember?’

      He wasn’t sure when it had suddenly become so important for him to stay with her—especially since he was sure he could convince a few vendors to come to an event that they would get great publicity and payment for.

      ‘Fine, we can stay together.’

      She said it as though she was conceding millions instead of just her company. Was there a reason she didn’t want to spend time with him? Maybe it was because she could also feel the slight sizzle that simmered between them whenever they were together.

      ‘It would probably be best if I introduce you as the new owner of the vineyard. It might give some of them more incentive to say yes.’

      ‘And what happens after this?’

      ‘We speak to Karen—she’s supposed to contact me to confirm if she can do it.’

      He glanced over at her, saw the pained expression on her face, and smiled. ‘Brings back bad memories, does it?’

      She groaned, and it made him feel lighter than he had in a while. ‘I’ve always thought about her with both pride and despair. Her performance that night was fantastic, but I could have done without the drama.’

      ‘But if she can perform...?’

      ‘We’ll have to work with her to figure out a date. And then we market.’

      They had just pulled up at the school, and were being directed up a road that Jordan remembered led to a sports field. It was СКАЧАТЬ