A Fine Year for Love. Catherine Lanigan
was slowing down, and she had assumed that was all it was. He was fully engaged in his life and in their business, so she hadn’t considered there might be anything seriously wrong. Still...
“What did you do that day that would have caused you to forget?”
Sam was quiet for a long moment. “I was at the grocery store when Maria called me. She said the power had been cut—workers on the highway or some such. Our generator wasn’t functioning, either, which seemed impossible. I drove straight home and met Aurelio. We called Burt Thompson, who came out and showed us the breaker had gone bad. Then that horrible storm came in. Nearly a tornado. We spent the rest of the week cleaning up downed trees and inspecting the vines. It was a week I’ll never forget. Everything went wrong.”
“I remember you telling me about it,” she said. No wonder he’d forgotten to pay the taxes. He was trying to save the vineyard. And yet...a year later, they were facing a worse storm than a tornado.
“I’m sorry, Lizzie. Did you look in the safe?”
“Yes,” she replied glumly. “I even went through the hanging files in the desk drawers. The problem is that there’s no way to know if someone else cashed it.”
“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault,” Sam apologized. “I have to believe we’ll find the check.”
“I hope we do!” Liz replied. “In the meantime, I have to call the treasurer’s office and see what I can work out. The problem is the taxes for this year are due at the same time. We don’t have that kind of money in our savings.”
Sam looked down at his prized wine. “I’m glad I sold that case of my cabernet today.”
“That will help,” Liz said, patting his arm affectionately. “There’s something else I need to talk to you about.”
His left eyebrow ratcheted up. “Losing twenty grand isn’t enough?”
Liz felt her heart flip. She hated seeing even the first smidge of consternation in his eyes. This man had meant the world to her almost her whole life. All she wanted was for him to be happy, and in the span of one conversation, she had hit him with two pieces of devastating news.
She knew Sam didn’t have the enthusiasm or the energy for the kind of expansion Liz envisioned for the vineyard. Sam had worked hard on the land all his life, but her gambles on Louisa, the chardonnay grapes, the riddling and fermenting rooms—even the tasting room and the plan to make champagne—were all a crapshoot. A big roll of the dice. Sam had gone along with her not because he thought it was good business, but because he loved her.
Liz had to wonder what kind of twisted and sick blunder of fate would allow these catastrophes to befall them. Sam had walked the conservative route his entire life. He’d maintained the vineyard and ridden the roller coaster of drought and flood, and he hadn’t lost the land. He didn’t believe in banks, borrowing money or building for the future. He believed in holding on, but that was all.
Sam had often told her she would inherit everything when he died. His greatest fear had always been leaving her with a great pile of debt. But with Gabe Barzonni in the equation now, all bets were off. Liz’s decisions alone could bring down Crenshaw Vineyards. With Gabe Barzonni as competition, they were about to enter the fight of their lives.
Liz crossed her arms over her chest as if she were afraid she’d be shot through the heart. Losing her vineyard, even a portion of it, would break her heart. She exhaled.
“Tell me what else is going on,” Sam urged her. “Because it sounds to me like this one is worse than losing the tax money.”
“I’m afraid it is. Or could be. I just learned from Maddie that the Mattuchis sold their vineyard to Gabe Barzonni.”
“Barzonni?” Sam repeated in disbelief. “What would Angelo Barzonni want with that cruddy little chunk of land half a universe away from his tomato farm south of town?”
Liz shook her head. “Not Angelo, Grandpa. Gabriel, his eldest son, bought it.”
“Same darned thing. Trust me, the old man put him up to it!” Sam slammed his balled fist on the arm of his chair.
“That makes no sense. Besides, it was Gabe who was out here trying to take our soil. Now I know why he was here.”
“Why?”
“It’s so obvious. Our land has the same soil as Mario Mattuchi’s. He grows Nebbiolo grapes, which are fine in Italy, but the climate here is all wrong for them. They have to ripen so late, even after our cabernet sauvignons have ripened. But he would never give them up.”
“Mario is from the old country. He likes what he likes. Some years he did okay. But he never really sold his wine, anyway. I just don’t understand why he would sell out to Angelo. Mario always told me he didn’t like Angelo.”
“He told you that?” Liz asked.
“He did. Many times, back when Matthew was alive and he and your mom...” Sam trailed off, clearly noticing Liz’s pained expression. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring all that up.”
“It’s okay, Grandpa. If we can’t talk about Mom and Dad, who can? Especially now, when we’re facing all this.”
“Facing? What are we facing?”
“Gabe!” Liz answered much too quickly and with far too much emotion. Her voice rang with anger, fear and...excitement? Was that it? Liz hardly knew what was going on inside of her. How could she decipher the unfamiliar pangs and yearnings when she didn’t even know Gabe’s motivations for buying the Mattuchi land?
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Did you really have him in your gun’s sight?”
“For a moment, before I recognized him.”
“Well,” Sam said thoughtfully. “Maybe he’ll remember that and move cautiously around you in the future.”
“Unfortunately, Grandpa, that future is this Saturday night.”
“What’s on Saturday?”
“Maddie and Nate’s engagement party. It’s going to be held at the Barzonni villa. Gina is putting on a big party for them.”
Sam was silent for a long moment. “Gina, huh? At the villa?”
“Yes. I can’t get out of it. I’m one of the bridesmaids.”
Sam peered at her. “Who said anything about squirreling your way out of a command performance? Look, I have no idea what those Barzonnis are after, but this is the perfect opportunity for you to find out. I suggest you load both barrels and go in with guns blazing. No one’s going to take us down without a fight.”
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