Be Mine Forever (A St. Helena Vineyard Novel) by Marina Adair Page B
Authors: Marina Adair
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nap. Or a pick-me-up. She’d sucked down a large pumpkin-spice latte. It hadn’t helped.
“I need a Cupid’s Arrow, double shot. Pronto,” Sara said.
“I’ve been telling you that since you moved to town,” Regan DeLuca said.
Sara lifted her head long enough to glare. Regan was drawing little pink hearts on a piece of vinyl that stretched across six tables. Strings of hot glue draped from her hair and pink Sharpie stained her fingers.
“The drink,” Sara clarified, although the idea of a little romance in her life didn’t sound as terrifying as it had last week. She remembered the smoking-hot kiss she’d shared with Trey, felt her palms start to sweat, and reminded herself that she had to tread especially carefully around Trey’s sisters-in-law. “Make that light on the Cupid and heavy on the arrow.”
“Don’t you have a Tiny-Tappers class in fifteen minutes?” Alexis DeLuca asked, screwing the cap on the cotton candy–colored glitter.
Dressed in custard-speckled jeans, an apron that read G ONE I TALIAN , and an enormous baby-bump, Lexi co-owned the Sweet and Savory with her grandmother Pricilla. The locals-favorite bistro was famous for rustic French fare, to-die-for pastries, and Cupid’s Arrow, a drink with one shot espresso and two shots homemade chocolate liqueur and strong enough to knock you on your butt.
“No, I’m covering a private lesson for Heather,” Sara said. “Then I’m meeting a woman at town hall to ask about getting on this summer’s recreation calendar to hopefully drum up new students, then I have my Tiny-Tappers class,” Sara mumbled into the vinyl cloth, a piece of arrow-shaped confetti sticking to her lip.
“I forgot that Heather had that audition today,” Lexi said with sympathy lacing her voice. “You’re stuck covering all of her classes?”
Sara nodded against the table. “And if she doesn’t make it home tonight, I have to cover her Waltz and Rumba class with Handsy Harvey.” Sara looked up. “Which is why I need something to get me through until bedtime.”
Sara’s day had started at the crack of dawn, which wasn’t unusual since Cooper liked to rise with the sun. Unfortunately, she had passed out on the couch last night before she’d managed to finish stuffing and sealing all of next month’s billing reminders, and was dreaming about death by paper cuts, when Cooper woke her up by spilling a carton of OJ on the floor while trying to make Mommy a special breakfast in bed.
They cleaned up the mess, the kitchen floor good as new, just in time for Cooper to accidently flip his syrup-coated pancake off the plate and, two-second rule in full effect, shove it in his mouth.
She dropped Cooper off at school, ten minutes after the bell and, since she was still short a car, walked back to the studio where she went straight into her Mommy and Me Scoot and Shake, followed b y her Pre-School Promenade class. Then she locked up her studio and headed over to the Sweet and Savory for a pick-me-up.
“If you get one, I get one. And since that isn’t going to happen …” Regan’s voice trailed off as she smoothed her hands over her swollen belly. “I know things can get crazy when Heather’s gone, so thanks for helping with the banner for the Gala.”
“No problem.” Sara stood and, reaching for the finger paint, poured a thin layer of pink onto one paper plate and a pile of match ing glitter on another. Fisting her hand, she sank the side of it into the paint. “Where do you want Cupid’s little footprints?”
“I was thinking along the bottom of the banner, right under the word ‘ Gala. ’ ”
“Speaking of the Gala,” Lexi said. “I heard that the sexy fire chief is looking to pin himself a dance teacher this year.”
“Pin?” Sara asked.
“At the Winter Garden Gala. It’s tradition,” Regan explained. “Everyone shows up with a flower to pin on their sweetheart. Kind of like staking their claim.”
“Only with class,” Lexi
“I need a Cupid’s Arrow, double shot. Pronto,” Sara said.
“I’ve been telling you that since you moved to town,” Regan DeLuca said.
Sara lifted her head long enough to glare. Regan was drawing little pink hearts on a piece of vinyl that stretched across six tables. Strings of hot glue draped from her hair and pink Sharpie stained her fingers.
“The drink,” Sara clarified, although the idea of a little romance in her life didn’t sound as terrifying as it had last week. She remembered the smoking-hot kiss she’d shared with Trey, felt her palms start to sweat, and reminded herself that she had to tread especially carefully around Trey’s sisters-in-law. “Make that light on the Cupid and heavy on the arrow.”
“Don’t you have a Tiny-Tappers class in fifteen minutes?” Alexis DeLuca asked, screwing the cap on the cotton candy–colored glitter.
Dressed in custard-speckled jeans, an apron that read G ONE I TALIAN , and an enormous baby-bump, Lexi co-owned the Sweet and Savory with her grandmother Pricilla. The locals-favorite bistro was famous for rustic French fare, to-die-for pastries, and Cupid’s Arrow, a drink with one shot espresso and two shots homemade chocolate liqueur and strong enough to knock you on your butt.
“No, I’m covering a private lesson for Heather,” Sara said. “Then I’m meeting a woman at town hall to ask about getting on this summer’s recreation calendar to hopefully drum up new students, then I have my Tiny-Tappers class,” Sara mumbled into the vinyl cloth, a piece of arrow-shaped confetti sticking to her lip.
“I forgot that Heather had that audition today,” Lexi said with sympathy lacing her voice. “You’re stuck covering all of her classes?”
Sara nodded against the table. “And if she doesn’t make it home tonight, I have to cover her Waltz and Rumba class with Handsy Harvey.” Sara looked up. “Which is why I need something to get me through until bedtime.”
Sara’s day had started at the crack of dawn, which wasn’t unusual since Cooper liked to rise with the sun. Unfortunately, she had passed out on the couch last night before she’d managed to finish stuffing and sealing all of next month’s billing reminders, and was dreaming about death by paper cuts, when Cooper woke her up by spilling a carton of OJ on the floor while trying to make Mommy a special breakfast in bed.
They cleaned up the mess, the kitchen floor good as new, just in time for Cooper to accidently flip his syrup-coated pancake off the plate and, two-second rule in full effect, shove it in his mouth.
She dropped Cooper off at school, ten minutes after the bell and, since she was still short a car, walked back to the studio where she went straight into her Mommy and Me Scoot and Shake, followed b y her Pre-School Promenade class. Then she locked up her studio and headed over to the Sweet and Savory for a pick-me-up.
“If you get one, I get one. And since that isn’t going to happen …” Regan’s voice trailed off as she smoothed her hands over her swollen belly. “I know things can get crazy when Heather’s gone, so thanks for helping with the banner for the Gala.”
“No problem.” Sara stood and, reaching for the finger paint, poured a thin layer of pink onto one paper plate and a pile of match ing glitter on another. Fisting her hand, she sank the side of it into the paint. “Where do you want Cupid’s little footprints?”
“I was thinking along the bottom of the banner, right under the word ‘ Gala. ’ ”
“Speaking of the Gala,” Lexi said. “I heard that the sexy fire chief is looking to pin himself a dance teacher this year.”
“Pin?” Sara asked.
“At the Winter Garden Gala. It’s tradition,” Regan explained. “Everyone shows up with a flower to pin on their sweetheart. Kind of like staking their claim.”
“Only with class,” Lexi
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