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Chai

Iwashappy I gave the money back. I needed a fresh break and motivation not to be a lazy bum for too long. Sitting in my townhouse feeling sorry for myself got old quick. I ventured down to Mathew's for lunch, figuring everyone could see at one time that I was all right. Those who didn't see would hear once the gossip made its way around town.

I bypassed the hostess and took a seat at the bar.

"Hey, Chai, long time," Max, the bartender, said.

"Hey, Max. How are you?" I asked.

"I'm good." He tilted his head. "How are you? You okay?"

"I'm good. Can I get the flank steak sandwich?"

He nodded and smiled.

"To go."

"Sure thing. You want a glass while you wait?"

"Oh, God no." I made a face. "I'm sick of wine."

He chuckled.

"Give me a beer instead."

He put in my order and grabbed my beer out of the cooler.

"I sure hope you're kidding?" a deep voice spoke behind me.

I turned my bar stool around.

"Mr. Hennings." I jumped off the stool and hugged him.

"Hello, Ms. Darielle."

"When did you get back in town? How long are you here for?" I asked.

"Just a few days. Closing on a purchase." David Hennings and his family ran the vineyard near our property. One of only a few family owned vineyards left in the valley. His competed with the big boys and had offices and land all over the world growing grapes and making wine. I grew up with his sons and had even dated his middle son.

"You're buying our land?" I asked.

"I am. I'm sorry." He faked a frown. I appreciated the effort.

"No. I'm glad. I was scared someone would turn it into a bunch of houses or something."

"Not on my watch. That land will grow grapes as long as there is a Hennings alive."

Mr. Hennings had three sons and three grandsons. His name was going to live on for quite a while.

"I'm glad I ran into you." Mr. Hennings stood and peered down at me. "I have a job for you if you want it."

I narrowed my eyes, crossed my arms, and stared up at him. "I'm fine, Mr. Hennings. You don't need to create something for me."

"Believe me, I'm not. I'm a businessman; I don't throw my money into stuff that's not going to make me money." He set his jaw and waited for me to challenge him. I didn't have the energy.

I exhaled.