St. Helena Vineyard Series: Forever My Girl (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Heatherly Bell

  “Baby?”

  “That’s not her name.”

  “Well, that’s what we call her.”

  “You call your teacher ‘Baby?’ Think about it.”

  “It’s done out of love. And deep affection!”

  “Maybe you could call her Mallory from now on. As a favor to me.”

  Mallory walked out last, locking the door to the studio behind her. She took one look at him, the coffees in his hands, and her eyes widened. Probably hadn’t expected to get started on the fake dating so soon.

  “Hey,” David said. “Brought you coffee. And cookies.”

  She accepted the Styrofoam cup. “Thank you.”

  “Baby, my nephew here seems to think you don’t much like being called Baby. You know we do it because we love you, don’t you?”

  “I know.” Mallory glanced at the ground. “But you could call me Mallory at least sometimes.”

  “If that’s what you want. Why didn’t you just say so? Ok, David, when are you two coming over for dinner?”

  “Dinner?” Mallory said.

  “My nephew owes me a visit. You mind coming along, Ba—Mallory? No, of course you don’t. You know I can cook. David? When? I’m an old woman and not getting any younger standing here.”

  “Whenever you want me.”

  “Okay, let’s do dinner this Friday. I’ll expect you both promptly at seven o’clock.”

  David honestly felt like saluting her before she hobbled away.

  Chapter 4

  David turned to Mallory. “So…pole dancing.”

  “I could have warned you if you’d told me you were showing up.”

  “Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise.”

  “The ladies enjoy it. Half the time they need to ice afterwards. But Mrs. Garcia said it keeps her young.” Mallory took a sip of her coffee and met his eyes. “I studied dance but pole dancing wasn’t part of my training, either.”

  “Could have fooled me.”

  “I taught myself. It takes a certain skill set.” She nodded.

  Dear God, it certainly did. One he was fairly certain only the teacher had.

  “Don’t worry, the ladies mostly stretch. Nothing too crazy. I wouldn’t want them to get hurt.”

  He caught himself scanning his surroundings again, then reminded himself to stop. “Did you walk over?”

  She nodded. “Nights are beautiful this time of the year.” She stared at the package still in his hands. “Do I get those now, or later?”

  He handed them over. “I’ll walk with you.”

  “There’s no need. No one’s watching.”

  “Guess you’re wrong about that.” He took her hand as a couple of women came out of Taster’s across the street and smiled at them both. “Where did you study dance?”

  “Texas, where I’m from.”

  He didn’t miss the fact that she wouldn’t mention the name of the school, and decided not to press. “Long way from home.”

  “I check in with my Mama every day.”

  “So what brought you here?”

  “Is this a fishing expedition?”

  “Just trying to get to know my date.”

  “Clovis. She’s friends with my mother. Mama used to spend summers here as a child and she always kept in touch with her.”

  Her hand was small and cold in his larger one, and she didn’t protest him holding it all the way back. She didn’t live far from the studio, just down Main Street and past Post Street. Unfortunately after an incredibly short four-minute walk, they stood in front of her Victorian.

  “Okay, here I am. Goodnight, David. Thanks for the coffee and cookies.”

  Without giving it much thought, he reached out to tuck a stray blonde hair that had fallen out of the bun. She flinched, and David’s stomach dropped to his boots.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean that.”

  “Mallory—” Fuck no. She did not get to feel bad about this.

  “You just—it was sudden. I didn’t see that coming. I-I’m sorry.”

  “You don’t need to be sorry.”

  “You’re sweet. Except for that day we met. But now, you’ve been nothing but sweet to me, and I don’t know why I—”

  “That’s okay. I know.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “No. You don’t know anything.”

  “I know someone hurt you. It wasn’t Adam, was it?” He knew right after the words were out of his mouth that no way it could be Adam Baudouin. But he had to be sure.

  “No! It wasn’t anyone here.” Her cheeks colored, regret flashing in her green eyes. She obviously worried she’d already said too much.

  Figuring he’d pressed her enough for tonight, he understood when it was time to back off with the questions.

  “Mallory, I’m going to touch you now.”

  He reached to slowly and gently trace the curve of her face. He wanted to kiss her, wanted his mouth on her full pink lips. But he knew much better than to push this. Whatever had happened, no matter how long ago, she was still raw inside.

  Her dog, who had obviously heard them by now, was yipping and yarking loud enough to wake the dead.

  “I need to go inside. Sugar needs me.”

  “Good night,” David said. “I’ll see you Friday.”

  ***

  Mallory shut her front door and pressed her back against it.

  “Yip! Yark!” Sugar danced around Mallory’s feet, alternately prancing and sniffing.

  Dangerous. Just as she’d suspected. David DeLuca was dangerous to her state of mind and to her plan to stay off men. She’d been two seconds away from asking him inside. She’d wanted to feel more of him, more of that warm body connected to the strong, callused hand that had held hers. Which meant her plan was already nearly off the rails because of a DeLuca.

  Mallory bent down to pick up Sugar and cuddle her. She responded with a puppy sigh and licked Mallory’s nose. “I know, I know. You’re nice to me, too.”

  But what did it say about her history with men that in only two meetings David had been better to her than any of her old boyfriends combined? He’d brought her cookies. Twice. And coffee. Walked her back to her house holding her hand, and not even tried for a simple kiss. Then he’d made a sudden move, and surprised her.

  But when he’d touched her face so gently, warning her this time, his gaze was full of heat. Not a playful one like the day in the store. She felt it too, a slow burn between them, simmering and pulsating below the surface. A deep pull that radiated from her belly and went south. This is exactly how she’d gotten into trouble so many times before. Hoping, expecting that a man would see there was far more to her. No one ever had, and so she’d grown to accept it and settle for scraps.

  Which had been a mistake. One of the benefits of living in St. Helena was witnessing strong relationships up close and personal. Harper and Adam. Emi and Dax. Shay and Jonah. Frankie and Nate. The list went on and on. Encouraging to witness healthy love all around her. It happened to other women. Why not her? She and Harper weren’t all that different. Both had seen something special in Adam. Both had good taste in bling and lingerie. Both loved kids and pets. Both adored Clovis.

  Ironically, while Harper had been thought of as everybody’s friend and wanted someone to notice her sexy, it had been the opposite for Mallory. She’d been hired to be the sexy at the Boulder Holder but longed to be someone’s friend, then nearly ruined any chance of that with Harper. She’d ached for someone to see her for more than a perky pair of tits and then offered Adam a lingerie show.

  Not surprising since she’d been a contradiction for most of her life. But now it was time to change all that. She was twenty-five years old and she was going to get this right for once. If nothing else, maybe she could use these two weeks with David to practice a healthy relationship. They were fake dating, might as well do it right. Because David DeLuca, he of the dark hair, espresso brown eyes and hot body, was a good guy.

  And for someone who’d never been with
a good guy for longer than a few minutes, he seemed like a good place to begin.

  The next day, Mallory was working behind the register at the Boulder Holder, thinking about rearranging the window display, when she heard loud banging outside. She stepped into the late summer sky, bright and warm, and a quick glance down the street at the St. Helena Hardware and Refurbish Rescue storefront solved the mystery.

  David and Walt Larson were working on the storefront’s roof. It looked like they were replacing some of the wood shingles with newer ones. It didn’t surprise her to see David helping Mr. Larson, since she’d already heard he was staying with Frankie and Nate DeLuca out at their property. And Mr. Larson was Frankie’s uncle, so David had probably been roped into helping him out.

  Not that he seemed to mind as he crouched on the roof with ease. He wore a backwards baseball cap, a gray t-shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his corded forearms, a pair of blue jeans and a tool belt hanging low on his hips. In other words, he was sex on a stick, right in front of Mallory. Teasing her. Reminding her of who she was at her core. She loved men. Big men. Strong men. The old Mallory would unbutton the top two buttons of her dress and stride right over to plaster her body to his the minute he climbed off the roof and put his hammer down.

  Not a good move. Problem being, the New Mallory had nothing. Zero. Zip. Was she supposed to just stand here and watch him get all hot and sweaty and do nothing about it? What would a good girl do? What would someone with a lot more to offer than sex do? What would Harper do? Mallory walked back into the store, and fished behind the register for her phone. She dialed Harper Owens out in Colorado Springs, who answered on the second ring.

  “Hey, Baby! How’s it going?”

  Mallory winced. Some people would still call her “Baby” and she liked Harper enough to let her. “Good, everything’s fine here at the store. No worries. No more private lingerie shows. I swear.”

  “I’m not worried.”

  Good old Harper. They talked for a few minutes about how it was going out in Colorado with Adam’s training. Harper was being the supportive girlfriend, but also working on her own branding and marketing company while there.

  “Hey, I have a question. A kind of a girlfriend-to-girlfriend question,” Mallory said.

  “Okay, shoot!”

  “So…um, think back to before you were dating Adam. What if you saw him across the street, working, and it looked like maybe he was getting a little thirsty?”

  “Honestly, I’m not proud of this but back then I don’t think I’d have crossed the street to spit on him.”

  “Okay, then let’s fast forward a little bit. After you no longer hated his guts, if you saw him across the street working, pounding nails. Getting all hot. And sweaty. Wearing a tool belt. With his muscles rippling. I mean…what would you do?”

  “Hoo boy. I see what you’re saying. This is the middle of the day? With other people around?“

  “Yes, Harper! I’m not talking about sex. I want you to tell me something nice I could do for a guy I know. Something completely non-sexual.”

  “Ah, gotcha. Who is this guy?”

  “Never mind.”

  She didn’t want to muddy the waters by mentioning a DeLuca to Harper. She was definitely solidly Camp Baudouin.

  “He’s just a friend, and I need a friend. But he’s also…well, very sexy. And I’m having a hard time thinking straight around him. But I want to think while I’m around him. I want to do good things.”

  “That’s wonderful, honey. But a word of warning? If you feel that way now, it’s not going to be so simple. Even if all you do is bring him a cold lemonade from Pickler’s, the next thing you know—”

  “That’s brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that? Thank you, thank you, Harper!”

  “But—”

  “Talk to you later!”

  Mallory hung up and, since the store was empty, she flipped the sign to the one with the large two-hand clock, moved the long hand to fifteen minutes later, and locked up the store. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, Mallory hightailed it to Pickler’s Produce. She pulled an ice cold bottled lemonade from the display near the deli then hurried over to the ordering counter.

  “Ramon, I need a sandwich, quick!”

  “Whoa! Hold on, girl, where’s the fire? What kind do you want? We have a new menu. Made it myself. First, there’s the Turkey Wagon.” He threw up one finger, counting. “Next, the Roast Beef Rollercoaster. You want a ride you’ll never forget? I recommend it. Next—”

  “Just give me any sandwich, for the love of god!”

  “It’s not that simple.” He stared at her, arms crossed. “And by the way, you do know these sandwiches all have carbs in them?”

  She’d given up carbs for one week. One week from hell and no one in town would ever let her forget it.

  “It’s not for me, anyway. Give me the Roast Beef and make it quick. I need to get back to the store.”

  Ramon finally fixed the sandwich, she paid for it and the lemonade, and rushed back to the hardware store.

  But David was gone.

  Chapter 5

  “Walt, you don’t have to feed me. I’m serious. I’ll just go grab something,” David said.

  He’d offered to help Walt out as a favor, and it beat lying around his cousin’s house all day. Already bored out of his mind, he’d been looking for something to do. And he enjoyed pounding nails more than anyone else in his extended family. Walt, whether he realized it or not, had simply given him something to do. Something besides stare at the four walls at night while he thought about the rest of his life. He liked to keep busy. Walt had insisted on paying him, said he refused to let him help otherwise, so David had reluctantly agreed.

  But no way would he let Walt pay for his damn lunch.

  Life was peaceful again. No more discussion about his love life and well-meaning aunts and cousins trying to fix him up with the love of his life. And hey, just maybe he’d be interested in finding this woman if everyone in his family would lay off. He had some decisions to make about the rest of his life right now, and he wasn’t sure he needed the complication of a woman involved.

  He had to make a decision about renewing his contract soon. His buddy Quinn had phoned again last night, dangling more carrots. He wanted David to hurry up and say yes, because he needed his help at the ski resort he’d started outside of Telluride. He was already prepping for their opening day in late December. The idea of being a partner and running a resort sounded like a permanent paid vacation to David. Too good to be true. But he couldn’t get past thinking about all the men he’d left behind. The conflict was winding down in one place, and starting up in another part of the sandbox. Sometimes it seemed it would never be over.

  He unbuckled his tool belt and headed towards the door. He set the belt on one of the pallets and when he glanced up, he saw Mallory come whipping around the corner and slide to a grinding halt in front of the store. She was carrying a sack from Pickler’s Produce with her. She wore a short dress, a short sleeved crop top over it, and sexy ankle boots. Hair loose and wild around her shoulders. His basic wet dream, in other words. Good timing. He’d been thinking about her. Thinking about walking a few storefronts down and asking her to lunch. He’d be seeing her for dinner at Aunt ChiChi’s Friday night and the Founder’s Day on Saturday, the first weekend in September. Not long after that, he’d be long gone. But not before he got to the bottom of what had happened to Mallory and fixed it. He didn’t like leaving anything undone.

  He observed as his temporary girl looked above, backing up and standing on her tiptoes, then swiveled her head right and left. Her face was drawn in disappointment and a little bit of hurt and confusion. He was out the door in two seconds flat.

  “There you are.” She held out a bag. “I brought you lunch. And an iced lemonade.”

  “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “But you’re working so hard. I don’t want you to be hungry.”

  He accepted th
e bag and bottled lemonade. “Thanks. But what about you? You eating lunch?”

  “I need to get back to the store.”

  “Is this about Tuesday night? Because you don’t have any reason to apologize to me for that. You shouldn’t be sorry.”

  “I’m just trying to be nice to my date to Founder’s Day.”

  “Good thinking.” He untwisted the bottle cap. “Tell me. Is Walt watching us?”

  She looked past him to the store and after a second, waved and smiled. “Yes. He is.”

  “Good. That’s good.” He took a swig of lemonade, then eyed her. “My girlfriends usually give me a kiss when they bring me lunch. At least a hug.”

  She slid him a look through narrowed eyes. “Really.”

  “A suggestion.” He lifted a shoulder as if he didn’t care one way or the other.

  She broke out in a smile, which kicked his heart rate up. It also kicked another organ into overdrive that had no business even walking right now, much less driving.

  “Okay. Only because Walt is watching and I want this to be good.”

  He didn’t move. Just stood like a statue in the town square when she took a step toward him. Then another one. Close enough that he could smell the light flowery scent that was all her. He didn’t say a word as she put one hand on each shoulder. Rose to her tiptoes on those kickass boots. She was so much smaller that he had to stoop a little so she could reach him. Her mouth, that gorgeous sensual mouth, would be on his in seconds. The anticipation was killing him.

  Slow. Slow. I can do this. Let it be her idea.

  But when she bypassed his mouth entirely and aimed for his cheek he almost couldn’t contain the disappointment. Still, he didn’t change the direction. Didn’t pull her closer like every inch of him wanted to do and take over the kiss. No, instead he would let her kiss his stubbled cheek because that’s all she wanted.

  She lightly bussed his cheek. “There!”

  A peck. That’s what she gave him. “Uh-uh.”

  “What?”

  He saw the twinkle in her eyes and didn’t appreciate it. Seemed someone was having a little fun at his expense. Then again, he’d been the one to announce his condom size to a girl he’d just met. But hell, he liked teasing her and she made it easy.