“By all means.” He had to swallow his disappointment.
“You’ll think me more superstitious than my father.”
That particular word wasn’t on the growing list of adjectives he found himself ascribing to her. The mention of her father in the same conversation didn’t improve his mood. “Don’t keep me in suspense.”
“Somehow it seems sacrilegious to drink anyone else’s wine on Belles Fleurs property. Does that make sense?”
His eyes closed tightly for a minute because deep in his core he’d had the same thought last night. Like the seed of the precious chenin blanc grape buried in the soil of the Anjou centuries ago, it seemed to have germinated out of nowhere, reminding him of his mother’s roots.
“More than you know,” he answered huskily.
Until last night he hadn’t felt that emotional connection. Now, suddenly, it tugged at him and he realized it was all tied up with Dana, who had everything to do with this unexpected awakening.
“Alex? Are you still there?”
“Mais oui.” He gripped the phone tighter. “Do you remember asking if I could see the famous Belles Fleurs vineyard from the top of the tree?”
“Are we talking about the same question you didn’t answer?”
“Meet me out in back in the morning at eight. There’s something I want to show you.”
“I thought I’d been warned off climbing trees.”
Alex rubbed the back of his neck absently. “This requires some walking. Wear boots if you have them.”
“I don’t. Will trainers do?”
“Those will protect your feet better than your sandals.”
“We’re not going to be trekking through some snake-infested region are we? I have an irrational terror of them.”
A low chuckle rumbled out of him. “Few of the snakes in France are venomous. Even then their bites aren’t worse than wasp stings. So far I haven’t come across any.”
“That’s not exactly reassuring, Alex.”
“I’ve survived the snake worlds of Indonesia and Africa.”
“But you’re—”
“Yes?” he prodded after she broke off talking mid-sentence. She’d left him hanging, the perpetual state he’d been in since meeting her…and didn’t like.
“I was just going to say you’re invincible.”
“Not quite.” She’d been making inroads on his psyche from the moment they’d met, infiltrating his thoughts. No woman he’d known could claim that distinction. “For what it’s worth, I promise to protect you.”
“Thank you.”
He wanted to be with her now. “Are you sure you’re too tired for Scrabble? I brought the game with me from Bali. My father and I often played.”
“In how many languages?”
He couldn’t suppress his laughter. “Why don’t we find out?”
“Maybe another night when I’m not worn-out.”
“What’s your birthdate?” She’d be turning twenty-seven. That wasn’t a day he was bound to forget, not after his assumption that she’d been much younger.
“The sixteenth.”
“Next Monday. Don’t make any plans. We’ll celebrate and I’ll let you beat me.”
“I intend to.”
He grinned. “Where did you go today?”
“I don’t really know. I kept driving until I saw this park and a lake. There was a mother swan. She had three cygnets who followed her around, matching her exact movements like they had radar. I kept running around the lake, watching them. You’ve never seen anything so sweet or fascinating.”
Yes, he had…The picture he had in his mind of her made his whole body ache.
“No wonder you’re tired. If you’d rather make it nine o’clock—”
“I’ll probably be out there by seven-thirty before any of the crew arrives. I don’t like them knowing my business.”
Did that include her father? Alex had the strong hunch there’d been little communication between them by phone since she’d chosen to sleep at the château against his wishes.
“That’s understandable.”
“To be honest, I don’t see how you can stand to have your own privacy invaded by a ton of strangers wreaking havoc.”
He drew in a sharp breath. “It’s called money.”
“I know. Let’s hope word has spread throughout the film world and you’re flooded with new requests. Nothing would make me happier for you. Good night.” The definitive click cut off his lifeline.
While he locked up and turned out lights, it came to him Dana was a gift that might come along once in a millennium if you were lucky. Her father had to know that. Perhaps it was the reason he guarded his golden-haired offspring so jealously.
In a very short period of time Dana had brought out the possessive instinct in Alex. Evidently it had been lying dormant these many years just waiting to spring to life when or if the right person ever made an appearance.
For the rest of the night he was taunted by dreams of a certain blue-eyed wood nymph smiling at him through the foliage. If the handsaw and the basket hadn’t been in the way, the two of them might still be up there in a bed of leaves while he made love to her over and over again.
CHAPTER SIX
“SALUT , ma belle!”
She waved to Alex, who stood by the truck, dressed in thigh-molding jeans and another white T-shirt that revealed the outline of his cut physique. The sun brought out the black-brown vibrancy of his overly long hair, a style that suited him to perfection.
He’d seen her coming around the back in her whitewashed jeans and T-shirt in her favorite mocha color. His eyes followed her progress with disturbing intensity, making her feel exposed.
“It’s such a beautiful morning I’m not going to ask if you’re fine because you couldn’t be anything else.” He was freshly shaven and the faint scent of the soap he’d used in the shower permeated the air around them.
“You’re right about that,” he murmured. She watched him pick up a pair of long-handled pruning shears. “Shall we be off?” There was a slight curve to his lips she’d only tasted for a brief moment the other night. Unfortunately it had set up a permanent hunger nothing but a much longer repeat of the experience would satisfy.
Dana nodded before following him down the path that bisected the orchard. Maybe she was crazy but she felt something crackling in the air between them, the kind of thing that sizzled during a lightning storm.
He kept walking until they reached the perimeter of the orchard. Juxtaposed was a forest of briars taller than they were. It reached to the river, filling the entire hillside and around the bend. She’d never seen the likes of such a thing before.
A gasp escaped her lips. “The only thing I can compare this to are the briars that overgrew Sleeping Beauty’s castle, but that was in a storybook.”
He slanted her a mysterious glance. “If you recall, it was a French fairy tale.” He folded his arms. “Behold the Belles Fleurs vineyard.”
“No—”
As she tried to take it all in, her eyes smarted. She turned her head so Alex wouldn’t see how it had affected her. Now she understood why he hadn’t wanted to talk about it.
“This is what happens after eighty years of neglect,” came his gravelly voice.
She shook her head. “When you drive here from Paris and see the rows of gorgeous green vineyards…to think they can look like this…” It was impossible to articulate her horror.
“Oh, Alex—for your family to let all of this die—it’s beyond my comprehension.” She wheeled around to face him. “How did you bear it when you saw this desecration?”
He put down the shears. “Don’t be too sad.” Taking a step toward her he wiped one lone tear from her hot cheek with the pad of his thumb. As their gazes fused, his hands cupped the sides of her face. “Believe it or not this vineyard is alive.”
“But it couldn’t be!”
“I assure you it is. Deep in those trunks are the makings of chenin blanc grapes g
rown on Belles Fleurs terroir.”
“I—I can’t fathom it.”
“Vines are unusual creatures. They want to climb. They climb and they climb while the birds eat the fruit and drop the seeds where they will. What you’re looking at is a tangled mess of what is probably the best prepared soil along the Layon. Eighty years lying fallow has made it rich. All the vineyard needs is a little work.”
“A little—” she cried.
Chuckling quietly, he removed his hands and reached for the shears again, leaving her dizzy with unassuaged longings. “It would take five years to turn this into a thriving business again. The first year all these trunks would have to be cut down to three feet, like this.”
She watched him in wonder and fascination as he shaped it down to size like Michelangelo bringing a figure out of the marble. He threw the castoff briars to the side. Dana crouched down to examine one of them. She lifted her head. “Then what happens?”
“The next year new canes appear.” He tossed out another vine. Painstaking work. “They have to be treated like newborn babies.”
When she smiled, he smiled back, giving her a heart attack. “You said five years.”
He nodded his dark head. “In the third year you’d see buds. In the fourth, the first new grapes would appear. By the fifth year they’d be worthy of making a good wine.”
“Five years…” He wouldn’t be here in five years. The thought sickened her and she jumped to her feet. “When I asked you why you weren’t concerned about the vineyard, it’s clear why you chose not to answer me until now. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. In this case it’s more like a billion.”
“Vineyards are a business and family concern. Without one, or one that can’t pull together, it doesn’t warrant the effort it takes to make wine.” There was a residue element in his voice, maybe sadness. It brought a lump to her throat.
“No. I can see that…” Her voice trailed. “Does this mean you’re considering leasing the vineyard or even selling it to a prospective vintner?”
“I’m not sure.” They started walking back. She could tell he was eager to get busy in the orchard. It was time to change the subject.
“Alex? You know what a bookworm I am. Would you consider it a horrible invasion of your privacy if I went through some of the boxes in storage, just to see what was in the library? I don’t speak French, but I can read enough to understand titles and that sort of thing.”
“Be my guest.”
Excitement welled inside her. Maybe she’d find some family records or scrapbooks he would enjoy looking at. “You mean it?”
His dark eyes seemed to be searching her very soul. “What do you think?”
“Thank you!” she cried. Without conscious thought she put her hands on his upper arms and raised up on the tips of her sneakers to kiss his jaw. What happened next happened so quickly, she never saw it coming. Alex dropped the shears and crushed her against him, covering her mouth with his own.
She didn’t know who was hungrier. All that mattered was that he was kissing her until she felt pleasure pains run through her body clear to her palms. Though she knew she couldn’t die from rapture, she felt she was on the verge.
When she moaned, he whispered, “My sentiments exactly. Your mouth tastes sweeter than any Anjou wine in existence.”
“Alex—” Her body shook with needs bursting out of control. She circled his neck with her arms in order to get closer and pressed little kisses along his jaw. While Dana couldn’t get enough of him, his hands splayed across her back, drawing her up against his chest where she felt the thud of his heart resound.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful, Dana. Help me stop before I can’t.” His breathing sounded shallow.
She hushed his lips with a kiss. “I don’t want to stop.”
He groaned. “Neither do I, but someone’s coming.”
Thinking that whoever it was was ruining the moment, she had to force herself to leave his arms. Still breathless from their passion, she turned in time to see Saskia in the distance. She walked toward them with purpose.
Of course. Who else.
“Well, hello,” Saskia said on her approach, eyeing Alex in stunned surprise that any man could be that attractive. At thirty years of age, Saskia looked good herself and knew it. She eventually tore her eyes away to stare at Dana. They looked greener than usual. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
“Saskia Brusse? Please meet Monsieur Alexandre Martin, the owner of the estate. Alex, Saskia is my father’s girlfriend. She also happens to be one of the actresses in the film.”
“But my part doesn’t come until we’re in Germany which is lucky for me.”
“And what part is that?” Alex asked.
She blinked before staring at Dana. “You mean you haven’t told him?”
Dana refused to be put off by her. “We haven’t discussed the script.”
Alex shook hands with her. “I’m happy to make your acquaintance, Mademoiselle Brusse.”
“Thank you. You know, I was hoping to talk to you this morning. That’s why I drove over here with Jan this early.”
“Why did you want to see me?”
“Didn’t Dana tell you about that, either?”
“I’m afraid we’ve had other matters on our minds. Please enlighten me.”
While Dana willed her heart to stop racing, little red spots tinged Saskia’s cheeks. She didn’t like the way this conversation was going. “Jan told me Dana was staying here at the château. I wondered if I might occupy one of the rooms for the rest of the month, too. While we’re here in France I have a lot of time on my hands and this is such a beautiful place.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Alex said with a smile. “But I don’t allow anyone to live here with me except my staff. Dana is helping me put Belles Fleurs’ library in order. It’s quite a task. Since you’re acquainted with her, then you’re aware she’s an historian like her father. Both are brilliant.”
He picked up the shears. “Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I have to get to work. It was nice meeting you, Mademoiselle Brusse. When the film is out, I’ll look forward to seeing it.”
Dana had never seen anyone think on his feet that fast! Poor Saskia didn’t know what had hit her. For that matter, neither did Dana…No man had ever shown her the respect or treated her the way Alex did. To defer to Dana and compliment her in front of Saskia was a new experience.
When another man might have let her sleep in the château using her sleeping bag, he’d gone out of his way to pamper her like a cherished guest. The night she’d had car trouble, he’d been there for her in an instant. He worried about her safety.
Alex was the antithesis of her father.
From the corner of her eye she noticed Saskia watching his hard-muscled body with a combination of anger at not having gotten her way and undisguised hunger. Suddenly she turned to Dana. “I saw you two before you saw me. Mixing business and pleasure can be risky.”
“As you’ve found out with Dad,” Dana drawled. “Given enough time we all live and learn. Talk to you later, Saskia.” Without staying to listen to anything else, Dana hurried up the path and around to the side entrance of the château.
Alex was already up in a tree pretty much out of sight. Although he’d only claimed that Dana was working for him to checkmate Saskia, he’d given Dana permission to rummage through the boxes on the third floor. He was wonderful!
Because of his generosity, she was determined to find out anything she could about Belle Fleurs’s history. Surely there’d come a day when Alex would want to know more. After she’d fixed the lunches, she’d go up and make an initial foray.
In the meantime she needed to keep working on his dinner for tonight. She wanted to cook him something authentically French. Yesterday she’d bought all the ingredients for it and had already done some preparations. On her way into the kitchen, she plucked her mother’s French cookbook from the pantry shelf where she’d left it. She opened i
t to the desired page.
Soak an oxtail, cut in joints, in cold water for several hours.
“I’ve already done that.”
Wipe with a clean cloth, and brown in butter with four onions and three carrots, coarsely chopped. When the meat is brown add two crushed cloves of garlic. Cover for two minutes, then add five tablespoons of brandy. Light this and let it burn for a moment, then add one half bottle of dry white wine, and enough bouillon so that the meat bathes in the liquid. Add salt, pepper, a bouquet garni, and cook slowly for three hours with the cover on.
In a little while she had it cooking on the stove. Next task.
Saute in butter one half pound of mushrooms, a good handful of diced fat bacon and about one dozen small onions.
She’d do that after she made the lunches and delivered them.
Later on in the afternoon she checked the recipe for more instructions.
Add the meat to this and pour over all the liquid which has been strained and from which the fat has been removed. Cover and cook for one hour more in a slow oven. The meat should be soft and the sauce unctuous without recourse to thickening with flour.
During the hour it was cooking, she hurried up the stairs. A few of the crew waved to her, but no one wanted to talk. Her dad was somewhere around, but they didn’t bump into each other. That suited her just fine considering that Alex had put Saskia’s ski jump nose out of joint. No doubt she’d already reported to Dana’s father what she’d seen in the orchard and had distorted it further.
Eager to explore, Dana took one of the side staircases to the third floor and walked the length of the château to the turret round. When she opened the door, all she saw was a sea of boxes in the musty room. Dozens and dozens of them. None were marked. Whoever had packed things up hadn’t bothered to take the time to label anything. What a shame.
She tried opening a few, but she would need a knife or scissors to do the job. Some markers to identify what was in the boxes wouldn’t hurt, either. And she’d need a chair. And some rags to clean off the dust. Tomorrow when she came up, she’d be prepared.
Once she’d returned to her bedroom, she put a change of clothes and some nightwear in a large bag she’d bought yesterday. It could hold most anything and was a lot easier to carry than a suitcase. A few toiletries and the contents of her purse and she was ready to go.
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