by Sarra Cannon
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“That bastard,” Brenna snapped. “He never cared about the winery. I’m the one who has always loved it. I gave it up for him and this is my reward?”
“This is a divorce,” Zach told her. “Fair or right doesn’t enter into it. This is all about money. Unfortunately, fighting his claim is going to chew up a lot. Was there an inheritance?”
“Not a penny,” she said flatly. “Nothing has been turned over to me, and unless Grandpa Lorenzo has changed his will, nothing ever will be. ” Her mouth twisted. “He’s giving up on a male grandson and holding out for a male great-grandson. ”
Grammy M leaned close. “Darlin’ Brenna, don’t you worry about this. The little ferret won’t be gettin’ so much as a single grape from this place. ”
Brenna nodded at her grandmother. “I know, but I can’t believe he’s doing this. ”
“As I said, Jeff wants to divert our attention from the real issue. I’m not going to let that happen. I’ll let his attorney know there wasn’t any kind of inheritance. He’ll push back. Be prepared for that, but don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it. If that’s the best they’ve got, we’re in the clear. ”
He picked up a second folder. “Our attention will be focused on the fact that you supported your husband through medical school, his internship and residency, as well as paying off debt he accumulated before the marriage. The precedence for you to receive compensation is very strong. We have some tables that show—”
The back door opened. A blond-haired woman in jeans walked into the kitchen. She was tall and slender, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. Instead it was the tattoos covering nearly every inch of exposed skin. There was even a small blue star by the corner of her right eye, just under the silver ring piercing her eyebrow.
The young woman laughed, then planted her hands on her hips. “Obviously it’s working. Hello! It’s me. ”
The grandmothers laughed, while Colleen rose to embrace the young woman. Brenna set down her sewing and studied the visitor.
“I thought the fat suit was next,” she said.
“It was, but then I saw this guy with tattoos and it gave me an idea. ”
Grandma Tessa sighed heavily and dug in her pocket for her rosary. “For this God gave you the face of an angel? Did you color your hair? Francesca, it was so beautiful. ”
Zach blinked. Francesca? He tried to reconcile the tattooed woman in front of him with the sister he remembered. He supposed the shape of her face was familiar.
Brenna leaned toward him. “I know it’s strange, but you’ll get used to it. Francesca is studying social psychology. Her doctorate explores how people react to appearance. She spends her day shocking people. ”
Zach shook his head. “She’s good at it. ”
Francesca finished assuring both her grandmothers that the blond hair was just a wig. She poured herself some coffee from a pot on the counter, then sat next to her mother and reached for a lace flower.
“So what’s up?” she asked.
“Jeff wants a share of the winery,” Brenna told her sister.
Francesca’s mouth dropped open. “That pissant, pinheaded, sleazeball. ”
Grandma Tessa gave her granddaughter a warning glance. “God listens to everything you say. ”
“Is he listening to Jeff’s lies, too?” Francesca slapped her hands against the table. “I can’t believe this!”
“Me, either,” Brenna said. “I shouldn’t have said no when you told me we should have him killed. ” She shook her head at both her grandmothers. “Just kidding. Sort of. ”
Zach waded into the fray. “Jeff is going to have to pay up, ladies. Let’s keep the big picture in mind. The best way to get his attention is through his wallet. ”
He picked up the financial table he’d been holding and turned it toward Brenna. “This gives you an idea of how much of his income is up for grabs. You weren’t married long enough to cross the ten-year threshold. That’s the point at which you can petition for alimony for the rest of your life. ”
“Not my style,” Brenna told him. “I want him to suffer, but I’m not going to sit on my butt. ”
“Good. The court will see it the same way. You’re young and capable. They’ll expect you to want to make something of your life. Marrying a jerk doesn’t entitle you to a lifetime of support. However, the state believes that everything should be divided equally. And there is the matter of you supporting Jeff. ” He laid the financial paper aside. “It would help if you had some kind of plan, Brenna. ”
“Such as?”
“Goals for the future. A sense of what you want to do with your life. If you wanted to go to college or start a business, Jeff would most likely be required to ante up for some or all of that. ”
She nodded. “I’ll come up with something. ”
“I think you should. In the meantime, you need to get back into the apartment and collect your things. Make a list of everything that’s missing. Did you get the information on your checking account?”
“No. ”
Colleen looked up, but didn’t say anything. Grammy M clucked sympathetically.
“Please check the current balance. Also, let me know what it was when you left. Oh, and would you get me a copy of your apartment lease?”
She nodded.
He handed her several papers he needed her to fill out.
“That’s about it,” he said. “Unless you have any questions?”
“Not really. ”
“Then I’ll talk to you in a couple of days. ”
He started to put his folders back in order.
Grandma Tessa rose instantly. “Are you hungry? We’ll be having dinner soon. You’ll stay, yes?”
“I have to get back to Los Angeles,” he said, a little surprised that he felt something close to regret. The idea of eating with the Marcellis, of spending the evening with them, wasn’t unpleasant.
If not for David wanting to marry Mia, Zach would be pleased to hang out with the Marcelli clan.
“Then at least stay long enough to eat some of the cookies,” Colleen said. “My mother will be crushed if you don’t. ”
He nodded because it seemed easier to give in than fight. Grammy M rushed to get him more tea, while Francesca rose to check on the delicious-smelling baked goods in the oven.
Grandma Tessa continued her beadwork. “Katie called yesterday. She’s working very hard on that fund-raiser for your law firm. ”
Zach shook his head. They were charming women, but not the least bit subtle. “She’s a hard worker. ”
“Pretty, too,” Grammy M offered from her place by the stove.
“Very pretty. ” Very sexy.
“Have you been seeing a lot of her?” Colleen asked.
He thought about the kiss in the garden. Not as much of her as he would like, but he wasn’t going to complain to her mother. “We had a business meeting last week. ”
Colleen’s mouth settled in a straight line. “Just a business meeting? Nothing more…personal?”
“No. Sorry. ”
He finished the cookie and rose to make his escape, before they started on a web for him. “Ladies, this has been terrific, but I have to head back to the city. ”
It took at least ten minutes to make his way out of the house. After he’d stowed his files and briefcase, he settled behind the wheel and started the engine.
They were good, honest people who didn’t have a clue about how financially vulnerable they were. To them, life was a sitcom. Easy problems wrapped up in twenty-two minutes. If Brenna hadn’t inherited anything, then Jeff was out of luck. But what if she had? And what about the next Marcelli daughter who married? From where he was sitting he could see acres of vineyards stretching in every direction. Now the thick stalks were gray and wizened, but come spring…
He realized he didn’t know what they would look like, come spring, but he could imagin
e. Each vine heavy with grapes. Grapes later transformed into wine. The Marcelli Winery was world famous. The family’s wealth made David’s trust fund seem insignificant.
They were all so gung ho on the wedding, but no one thought about what could happen after. There hadn’t been a word of talk about a prenuptial agreement. They were too busy beading lace and spinning a web that could trap them all.
11
K atie juggled two “stay-hot” Styrofoam containers, along with her heavy briefcase, as she made her way up the stairs to Zach’s front door. For the entire forty-two-minute trip from the hotel to his place, she’d lectured herself on the importance of staying cool, acting professional, and pretending that the passionate kiss in the hotel garden had never taken place. No matter what, she would not react to him again. Even if he opened the door naked.
Especially then.
In keeping with the “business only” attitude she’d decided was the most sensible—and safe—she’d dressed in a severe black pantsuit and a silk-blend turtleneck. Except for her face and hands, there wasn’t an inch of exposed skin. She refused to give him any ideas.
Speaking of Zach, he must have been watching for her because he opened the door before she had a chance to knock. He grabbed both food containers and eyed her briefcase.
“Do you take that with you everywhere?”
“Just about,” she admitted, unable to keep from smiling at the sight of him. “I never know when I’m going to need to produce a chart or schedule. ”
He ushered her into the kitchen. He’d obviously arrived home some time ago. Not only was the table set, but he’d changed out of his suit into jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Katie couldn’t help noticing his butt as he turned to put the containers on the counter.
Most men had pretty decent butts, far better than most women’s, and Zach’s was definitely in the top ten percentile. Damn. Don’t look, she told herself as she moved toward the containers of food. “Jerome prepared all the dishes we’d talked about tasting. Obviously they aren’t as fresh as they will be at the party, so take that into account. Also, the presentation is somewhat lacking. ”
She started opening foil packages. Zach set Styrofoam containers on the table. Once the food was laid out, she pulled large, folded sheets of paper from her briefcase. She opened them to show mock-ups of the food displays. As Zach tasted, she explained what foods would be at which stations and how everything would be served.
“Some of the kabobs will be precooked,” she told him, “but others will require guest preparation. Also, we’re going to have a station of exotic meats, and vegetarian stations for those who prefer that sort of thing. ”
“Tofu on a stick?” he teased.
She laughed. “I hope it’s more interesting than that, but yes. ”
She showed him computer-generated designs for the various carnival booths, then returned her papers to her briefcase and took some food for herself.
They discussed various ingredients, ranked their favorites, and narrowed the menu down to something close to its final form. Katie finished making notes while Zach prepared coffee.
“If only I could get you to care this much about the napkin selections,” she joked as he collected two mugs from a cupboard.
“Never gonna happen. ”
“I suspected as much. ”
She pulled a flat plastic box from her briefcase. Before she could open it, Zach moved to the table and set her coffee in front of her. He then took the box and opened it.
In that second she realized she hadn’t been thinking. Beading lace in the presence of the one person determined to stop the wedding was bound to get a reaction.
Zach lifted the half-beaded lace flower from its container and turned it over in his hands.
