Page 5 of Cru's Crush
“What?” Cru asked.
I opened one and glanced at him. “What, what?”
“The sigh.”
“I’m hungry.” It wasn’t a lie, but it was misleading. I was starving for a life, not food.
“So, uh…”
“What?” I said like he had, sitting up.
“Brix and Addy invited us over for dinner tonight.”
“And?”
“Do you want to go?”
I shrugged. “Sure. If you do.” Maybe Brix would know of a vineyard owner in search of an apprentice winemaker.
“Can you wait that long?”
I studied him. “To ask about a job?”
Cru’s forehead furrowed. “I was talking about eating since you said you’re hungry. I didn’t know you were looking for a job. Do you think…?”
“What?” I repeated.
“Are you planning on staying here?”
“If by here you mean at Seahorse, then no. If you mean on the Central Coast, it depends on whether I can find something to do with myself.”
“I thought after…”
“Bloody hell, Cru, finish your sentences.”
“What you went through. I wondered if you’d want to return to Australia.”
I raised a brow. “You do remember the guy I was with was an Aussie, right?” It was stupid of me to think I’d be safe with a stranger, regardless of where he was from. When I thought about what could have happened to me, I shuddered.
“Daph?”
“Sorry. What were you saying?”
“Nothing. It was you who said you wanted to talk to Brix about a job.”
“Seems time I got one, doesn’t it?” I rested against the sofa again and shut my eyes.
“What kind of work do you want to do?”
I opened one like I had before and sighed again. “The kind I doubt exists. At least how I want to do it.”
Cru turned his body toward me. “Wine-making?”
“I know I sound like a spoiled ankle biter, but I want to make my own.”
“Interesting.”
“You’re probably going to suggest I purchase a vineyard, but I’ve looked, and there are none I’d want to take on.”
