Blush, Book 3 the Crescent Lake Winery
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Blush
The Crescent Lake Winery Series
Lucinda Race
MC Two Press
Contents
Book 3
Inspiration
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue:
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Book 3
Blush
The Crescent Lake Winery Series
Book 3
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By
Lucinda Race
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2021 Lucinda Race
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All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Author Lucinda Race.
Editing by Susan Helene Gottfried at West of Mars
Proofreader Kimberly Dawn
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Cover design by Jade Webb www.meetcutecreative.com
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Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition August 2021
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Print Edition ISBN 978-1-7331616-5-7
E-book Edition ISBN 978-1-7331616-4-0
Inspiration
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes.
I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
Willian Butler Yeats
1
“Peyton, are you in here?” Kate Price walked through the door that connected the Crescent Lake Winery tasting room and Kay-Dee’s Bistro.
Peyton Brien looked up at her best friend. “Over here.” She paused unpacking the box of glasses at the bar. “Look at you in your chef coat. Hard at work this morning?” There were a few stains on Kate’s usually pristine coat that she wore over her slender prepregnancy figure.
“I’m trying some new recipes and knocked a bowl over.” Kate’s gaze took in the stack of boxes on the long wooden bar and on the floor. “What’s all this?”
“The Finger Lakes wine trail spring season kicks off April fifteenth, which is less than two weeks away, and I ordered new logo wineglasses.” Peyton held one up. “What do you think? I went with a new style for a new season—shake things up a bit.” Spring was her favorite time of year, when she believed anything was possible, and she was excited to discover what was next in her life.
Kate took one out of the open box. “Nice, and I like that they’re stemless. Classy. But you ordered a ton.”
Peyton flashed her a grin. “You forget people come in droves to eat in a certain restaurant here at CLW and ever since you got back in the kitchen from having the twins, the tasting room is busier than ever.”
Kate perched on a barstool. “Which brings me to the reason I stopped in. Any chance you want to try some of the new menu items?”
Peyton thought of the peanut butter sandwich in her bag. There was no contest. Lunch with Kate definitely had much more appeal.
Before she could answer, the back door to the tasting room opened and Jack Price strode in. “Did I hear someone say lunch?”
His tall, muscular body, blond hair, and golden-hazel eyes used to make Peyton’s heart pound, but that was ten years ago when they were a couple. Now they were just coworkers and he was Kate’s brother-in-law.
“Hey, Jack.” Peyton returned to unpacking glasses.
“I didn’t expect to see you today, Jack,” Kate said. “Don mentioned you’d be in the fields all day, pruning vines.”
He looked around the spacious room filled with small tables and wine displays. “Where is my brother?”
“He had a meeting at the bank about the new fermenting tanks you want to install this year.”
Jack rubbed his hands together, and his smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Good. That means more food for me.” He quirked an eyebrow. “That’s if you don’t mind me joining you ladies.”
Peyton said, “No problem here.” Thankfully, they had finally gotten past that awkward stage when they were in the same room. At one time, they had been friends, then lovers, and finally friends again years after he’d broken her heart. He’d asked her out a couple of times, but she’d turned him down. She doubted the feelings of renewal that came every spring would affect her and Jack.
Working for the Price family was more than a job to Peyton; it was her passion. And given how busy they’d been the past tourist seasons, that was a good thing. She was hoping for another successful season and maybe at the end of it, she’d talk to Don and ask for a raise.
Kate got up. “Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you in the dining room.”
“I’ll give you a hand.” Peyton stepped from behind the bar.
Jack held up his dirt-covered hands and gave Peyton a wink and smile. “I’ll need to wash up.”
Unaffected by his charms, Peyton walked with Kate through the inviting dining room. Small tables with two and four chairs filled the space. The large windows overlooking the vineyard allowed the warm sun to flood the room. Adding to the allure of the space, the French doors were propped open to the gazebo area, letting in the crisp spring air.
“This is one of my favorite views of the property. I’m glad you decided to build the bistro here.”
Kate held open the swinging kitchen door for them. “I almost didn’t. Sam was way too pushy and dangled my dream as a bribe just to get Don to take over the winery business. But it turned out to be a win for us. I have a wonderful husband, three healthy kids, and my own business.”
“You’re a lucky woman. I have one of the three.”
“How is Owen?” Kate began to plate their lunch as Peyton watched.
“A typical almost eight-year-old. He’s always on the move. His new love is fishing; it’s all he talks about—well, except his birthday at the end of August.”
“And how are things with Jerry?”
Peyton slashed her hand across her throat. “Dead. Turns out he was just another loser. I can’t seem to pick a good guy who wants to take things at a slower pace.”
“What about going out with Jack? He’s a good guy and hasn’t dated much since he moved back from Napa a couple of years ago.” Kate set an overfilled plate on the shelf between the prep area and Peyton.
Slowly shaking her head, Peyton said, “That ship sailed a long time ago. When he took that job in Napa, it broke my heart. He left without even a conversation.”
Kate paused. “I’m sorry. I had no idea he left that way.”
Peyton gave her a smile. “Ancient history.” She felt a pang of regret for what might have been. Back then, she had thought they had a forever kind of love. Life would have been very
different if he hadn’t left. But then, she wouldn’t have Owen, who was the light of her life.
Kate filled two more plates. “Hungry?”
“Starved.” Peyton balanced two plates and walked through the swinging door backside first. Jack was on the other side of the room, looking at his cell phone.
Peyton said, “Lunch is ready.”
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Jack scanned his email. There was a forwarded email from the winery customer service team to his attention. The subject line: Urgent. Please call me. He dismissed it as a mistake and slipped the phone into his back pocket; he’d let them know later.
He flashed a wide smile at Peyton and made sure it included Kate. He didn’t want to come off as being single-minded, but a very pretty petite brunette with soulful deep brown eyes was always on his mind. The biggest regret in his life was letting Peyton break up with him all those years ago, even if going to Napa was the best course of action for him and his father.
He took the chair next to her. “So, Katie, should I just eat and tell you what I like the best, or is this where I need to give a grade to each individual dish?” His fork was poised as he waited to dive in.
“Tell me as you go, please.”
Peyton looked up from her plate. “I don’t know if I can eat all of this food. But I’ll do my best.”
The trio enjoyed lunch and lighthearted conversation.
Jack said, “Peyton, I swung by the Little League practice the other night and saw you were helping out some kids.”
“They lost one of the coaches; he broke a leg, I think. The league director asked if I’d lend a hand for a couple of practices until they get a new coach.”
“Yeah, Liza filled me in. I was thinking of volunteering. I could spend time with Johnny and George.”
“I’m sure they’d love it.” She took a drink of her water. “I’m not sure if Liza told you, but there’s another practice tonight if you’re serious about pitching in. The kids have been improving over the last couple of weeks.”
“I’ll swing by. Is it at the middle school again?”
“Yes, and there’s only six weeks left, except for the final playoff game.”
He thought, That will give me six weeks to see her outside of work. “Would you happen to have the director’s phone number? I could give him a call this afternoon.”
“If you’re serious, swing by the tasting room before you head back out into the fields and I’ll write the number down. But to be an official coach, you’d have to get a background check.” Peyton gave him a side-look. “That takes a week, usually more to get back.”
“I should be in good shape; I coached the boys’ basketball team last winter.” He patted his stomach. “Kate, best lunch I’ve had in quite some time. Thanks for letting me crash the party.” He jabbed a piece of frittata before he got up and popped it in his mouth. “This is a keeper. What wine would you pair it with?”
It didn’t take Kate but a moment to turn the question around. “Peyton, what would you suggest?”
She took a bite and seemed to let the flavors mingle on her tongue. “The Pinot Gris. Unless you decide to add some heavier ingredients like sausage.”
“There you go, Jack. Our tasting room guru has made her selection.”
Peyton’s cheeks flushed a sweet shade of pink. Jack was pleased to see that some things hadn’t changed. He picked up the now empty plates. “I’ll leave these in the kitchen and I’m going to see if Don’s back yet.” He looked at Peyton. “I’ll stop back for that number.”
“Sure. I’ll be here until four.”
Damn. She’s completely unfazed by my presence. Is there any hope she might still have lingering feelings for me? He walked out of the dining room with the plates, leaving Peyton and Kate to enjoy the rest of their lunch.
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Kate leaned back and crossed her arms. “That didn’t stir up old feelings at all, did it?”
Peyton lifted her eyes. “What, having lunch with Jack? No. Why? Should it?”
“You loved him once and…” Her voice trailed off. “Huh.”
“I’ve had years to get Jackson Price out of my system. As far as I’m concerned, we’re coworkers and now, possibly, he might be Owen’s baseball coach but really, it’s no big deal. No sparks or embers here.”
“I don’t think I could be as chill around my ex as you are being around yours.” Kate wiped her mouth on the napkin. “Especially a Price. When they get under your skin, they tend to stay there. I know from personal experience.”
Peyton drank the last of her water before responding. How could anyone really understand that when she and Jack had dated, they were both different people than they were now? But she had loved him with all her heart. Did it even matter? “Who knows, Kate. Maybe it was because we were young, and life has taken us down very different roads. Besides, we agreed when he moved back that the past was just that, the past, and no sense dwelling on it.”
Jack jogged into the dining room. “Excuse me, ladies. Kate, I didn’t find Don. Will you tell him I’ll catch up with him later? I need to get back outside.”
“Sure.”
He looked at Peyton. “Any chance you could get me that phone number now? I’d like to call the director this afternoon.”
“I’ll be right back.” Peyton followed him into the tasting room. “Jack, it’s really nice that you’re going to help out. I wish more adults had the time to volunteer. It means so much to the kids.”
She wrote down the phone number and handed it to him. “Here you go.”
He stuffed the slip of paper into his shirt pocket. “I’m glad we can work together like this, for the kids.”
She could feel her forehead crinkle. “Me too.”
“Well,” he hemmed, “I thought, given our history—”
“We should live in the present, Jack. The past doesn’t matter.” Peyton walked behind the bar. “I need to get back to work.”
A flash of confusion hovered in his eyes. “Alright. See you around.”
She went back to unpacking glasses, but her eyes followed him as he walked out the door.
2
Peyton called down the hall to her son. “Come on, pokey! We’re going to be late for practice.”
She thought Owen mumbled that he couldn’t find his glove. She stuck her head into his bedroom. It was like a small tornado had hit sometime in the last half hour. She could see two long, skinny legs sticking out from underneath the twin-sized bed with the Superman bedspread half on the floor.
“O, your glove is in the middle of your bed.”
The spread flew up and over the end of the bed and he crawled crablike out from underneath it. His blond hair was sticking up everywhere, and his grin warmed his deep brown eyes. “Thanks, Mom.”
“You need to change into your uniform. Coach said you’re having team pictures tonight too.”
“But I can’t find my shirt.” He whirled around.
“Everything is on the top of your dresser.”
He pulled his T-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. She pointed to it. “Hamper, please.”
“Do you think Jack will come to practice again?” His eyes lit up every time he talked about Johnny and George’s uncle. “Or maybe even a game? He always builds forts with us when I’m over at their house.”
“We’ll have to see. Now get ready; we need to leave.”
She went into the kitchen to pack water and a snack for them both. She wasn’t going to mention that Jack was a new coach, just in case he changed his mind. In reality, he was doing this for his nephews. It had nothing to do with Owen or, for that matter, her. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was dating anyone. Not that it matters to me. At any time, Jack could fade into the background, just like he had done years ago when he left. She wouldn’t mind watching him work with the kids, though; he was easy on the eyes and it stirred long-dormant feelings.
There was a time when she got to do more than just look at him. She sighed with regret. T
hose days were long gone. He had been a great kisser too; probably still was. She closed her eyes for just a moment to remember what it had felt like to be held in his arms. Her blood hummed just from the memory.
“Ready to go, Mom.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she tossed Owen the small insulated snack bag, attempting to cover for being caught daydreaming. “Let’s go, champ.”
Peyton didn’t see Jack’s pickup truck in the ballfield’s parking lot. She tried not to be disappointed and reminded herself that if he had volunteered to coach, he’d come. If nothing else, he was a man of his word when it came to his nephews.
Sometimes, when she thought of him, it was like she was in high school all over again, waiting to catch a glimpse of him when she was at the Prices’ house. Jackson Price had been her first love, and in her fantasy life, she’d thought he would be her only love. But that was when she was in high school, before her life changed and she had Owen.
“Mommy.”
She parked and looked in the rearview mirror. “Owen.” She added the same urgent tone in her voice as he did. She bit back a grin. “What?”
“We gotta go to the dugout.”
She half turned in her seat and noticed a dark pickup pulling up next to her. Jack.