Autumn In The Vineyard (A St. Helena Vineyard Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
Helena Vineyard Novel CHAPTER 6 Nate swung hard. Pain exploded, starting in his left thumb and shooting up his arm at the same pace and volume as the long list of choice words he rattled off. When he ran out of original phrases he started repeating. Even that didn’t help. “You might want to put ice on that.” Nate popped out his ear buds and turned around to see Frankie, standing on the back porch, nibbling on one of those toaster pastries she seemed so fond of. Mittens was dining on the other half. “How long have you been standing there?” Nate asked, pretending his thumb wasn’t about to fall off. “Since you started singing to Skynard,” she said around bits of dough. “Figured you for more of a classical kind of guy.” “Skynard is a classic.” She jammed the rest of the pastry into her mouth—whole—and shrugged. “I was thinking Mozart, but whatever.” She skipped down the steps and walked toward him through the ankle-high mustard weed, those hips of hers moving with quiet confidence.
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