The Billionaire's Secret Summer: (An Enemies to Lovers Standalone Romance) Read online

  “Why would you? Just open it up. Then you can make up your mind whether the gift is inappropriate or not.”

  Her fingers skimmed over the bow. Her heart stumbled, unsteady.

  “Listen, clearly I’ve made you uncomfortable. That was not my intention. I saw this in a store window in the village and immediately thought of you. It was an impulse buy. No big thing.”

  Kiara opened the box. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, lay a wristwatch. Nice white leather band, but not too expensive. She let out a pent-up breath. It was an attractive but fairly ordinary watch, until she looked at the face.

  Every number on the white-faced dial was a bold red five. Her eyes met Wyatt’s.

  A playful grin tilted his lips. “It’s a reminder that somewhere in the world it’s after five o’clock. Whenever you look at the watch, I want you to remember the workday should end at five. After five, it’s time to relax, take care of yourself and enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

  It was a perfect gift. Her throat clotted with emotion.

  “Do you like it?” He sounded anxious.

  “I love it.”

  “No more burning the midnight oil. No more making yourself sick.”

  “All right.”

  “I mean it.”

  “I’ll try,” she amended.

  “Promise?”

  “I promise.”

  “Good,” he said. “I brought you something else.”

  “What is it?” She leaned over and tried to get a look inside the paper bag.

  “Chicken noodle soup.”

  “You didn’t have to go to all that trouble.”

  “I didn’t. Your grandmother did.” He pulled the container of soup from the bag. “C’mon. Let me fluff your covers so you can sit up straight to eat this.”

  Kiara set up, while Wyatt arranged her pillows. She sank back against them. “I had other opportunities, you know.”

  “What? You had other guys bringing you soup and watches?” he teased.

  “I mean professionally.”

  “I never said you didn’t.”

  “No, but I see it on your face. You’re wondering why I’m here at this struggling vineyard when I could be working for a big corporation where I could have sick leave and a pension.”

  “It might have crossed my mind,” he admitted.

  “I’ve had all kinds of offers.”

  “Oh?”

  Why was she telling him this? It had to be the fever. Shut up, Kiara. “I got a fellowship to study in one of the premium wineries in France.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “When I matriculated college, one winery even offered me a six-figure salary to come work for them in Napa. I could have had a pension, paid health insurance, vacation and sick time.”

  “Why did you turn them down?”

  Emotion bubbled up in her. Tears misted her eyes. “Because I love my family and Bella Notte with all my heart and soul. This place is in my blood and bones. It’s where I belong. This is what I was put on earth to do. I’ve always known it.”

  “No doubts, ever?”

  “None.”

  “Wow.”

  “Wow what?”

  “I’ve never loved anything with that kind of passion. Never felt that kind of loyalty toward anyone.”

  “That’s sad,” she whispered.

  “I know,” he said. A sorrowful expression flickered across his face, and it tugged on her heartstrings.

  Quickly, he turned away, opened the soup container, took a spoon from the bag, and ladled up a mouthful. When he turned back around, his charming smile was firmly affixed.

  “Open up.”

  “You’re not going to feed me.”

  “I am.”

  “This is silly.”

  “If you won’t take care of yourself, someone has to do it.”

  “Wyatt, I can feed myself.”

  “Ah, but wouldn’t it be a lot more romantic if you let me feed you?” he cajoled.

  “There’s nothing remotely romantic about this. I’m sick with a summer cold; my nose is red; my hair is a mess and—”

  “You look gorgeous.”

  “You are such a liar.”

  “Now you’re denigrating my taste in convalescing invalids?”

  She had to smile. The man was completely irresistible.

  “Open up.” He held out the soupspoon loaded with chicken, carrots, celery, onion, and egg noodles.

  Feeling dorky, she reluctantly opened her mouth.

  He gently slipped the spoon past her teeth, as if he’d spent a lifetime spoon-feeding her.

  Their gazes locked. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, turned toward her, his butt against her thigh. Yes, sure the covers were between them and so was the material of his shorts, but it felt so intimate, so cozy.

  Dammit.

  He was right. It was romantic, the fact that he was willing to brave the chance of catching her cold. The truth was that he was looking at her as if he did indeed think she was gorgeous, mussed hair, running nose, and all.

  The notion that he was the kind of guy you could trust to take care of you when you were sick, well, it was dangerous stuff.

  Especially when she thought he would be the kind of guy to turn tail and run at the sight of anything unpleasant. But that wasn’t the case. He was here, and he didn’t seem the least bit repulsed by seeing her at her worst.

  “What are you thinking about so fiercely?” Wyatt asked.

  “I’m wondering how I can increase the yield from the current crop of muscat grapes,” she lied, not wanting to tell him that she was thinking about how grateful she was that he was here.

  “No, no,” he scolded. “No thinking about work.”

  “That’s like telling me not to breathe,”’ Kiara said.

  “You can control what you think about.”

  “You make it sound so easy.”

  “It is easy.”

  “Ha!”

  “You push yourself too hard,” he said. “No wonder you’re sick. When was the last time you took the day off?”

  Kiara frowned. “I do better if I don’t take off.”

  “You’re not a superwoman. Everyone needs a break.”

  She waved in the direction of the lab. “I have too much to do.”

  “If you burn out, you’ll be no good to anyone. I want you to promise me something else.”

  “What’s that?”

  “As soon as you’re feeling better, you’ll take a day off to recharge your batteries.”

  “That’s not going to happen. If I miss several days because of this cold, I can’t afford to take another one off.”

  “If you don’t take a day off, you’re not going to heal properly. When was the last time you did something just for yourself?”

  “It’s been a while.”

  “You give your interns two days a week off; why don’t you feel entitled to do the same for yourself?”

  “There’s too much to be done.”

  “One day,” he said. “I’m talking twenty-four little hours that are all about you.”

  The thought of taking a day off, of letting her mind run free, of relaxing and enjoying herself was so tempting.

  Too tempting. She hadn’t done that since her father had been diagnosed with stage-three lymphoma and he’d stepped down as head of Bella Notte, and she’d assumed his role as head of the business.

  She’d known what she was getting into. But doing her job of creating the best wine, and his job of providing for an extended family of this size was a lot for anyone. Especially when she was only thirty. She should be out dating, mating, maybe even building a family of her own.

  There’s plenty of time for that, argued her sensible side.

  But the side of her that she kept tamped down tight whimpered. Don’t I ever get to have any fun? It was that part of her that did not resist when Wyatt said, “Next Saturday you’re coming with me.”

  “Oh, I am, am I?”

  “Yes.”r />
  “What if I say no?”

  “I’ll get your whole family on my side.”

  She had no doubt that he’d do it too. “Where are we going?” she asked, charmed in spite of herself. “What are we going to do?”

  “You leave the fun up to me. That’s my wheelhouse.”

  To her surprise, Kiara nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it, but only under one condition.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You give me that spoon and let me feed myself.”

  8

  Kiara cheated. She didn’t stay in bed for the duration of her cold; on the third day, she was feeling much better and spent a few hours in the lab, and to compensate, loaded up on vitamins.

  Later, she lay propped up in her bed to pay the bills. It was a bit concerning to see that she was barely staying in the black, but still, they weren’t in the red.

  “All that’s going to change,” she told Felix, who was stretched out across her legs playing with a piece of balled-up paper she’d tossed aside while working on the figures. “When we win the Best of the Best. Are you prepared for success?”

  Felix meowed and burrowed underneath the covers.

  “I take that as a yes.”

  She wasn’t even going to let herself consider what would happen if they didn’t win the award. She was so secure in the excellence of Decadent Midnight, she’d put all her eggs in a single basket.

  If for some bizarre reason they didn’t win, well, she’d be seriously scrambling to make ends meet. She’d only made it this far buoyed by the promise of the exceptional wine.

  It sold well here at Bella Notte, and they had a respectable mail-order business, but they had to reach a wider market soon or the long-term viability of the family winery was in serious jeopardy.

  By Friday, she was almost one hundred percent her old self, and she had to admit she was excited about taking a day off and was wondering what Wyatt had planned.

  Just before dawn on Saturday morning, a knock sounded on her bedroom door. “Kiara?” her mother called from the other side of the door.

  Kiara yawned and stretched. “I’m awake.”

  “Wyatt is here to pick you up for your date.”

  Date! What had he told her mother? They weren’t going on a date. It was merely an outing that they were going on together, but she hadn’t expected him to show up this early.

  Kiara sprang from the bed, ran a hand through her messy hair, then flung open the bedroom door. “Mom, it’s not a date. I just need a day off, and he’s taking me...”

  It sure sounded like a date when she put it like that.

  “Okay, dear,” her mother soothed, stepping into her room. “It’s not a date.”

  Why had she agreed to this? What had she been thinking? She’d been indulging her lazy side. That’s what she’d been doing. She squared her shoulders and opened her mouth to tell her mother to tell Wyatt that she was calling off the excursion.

  “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to bite your head off.”

  Her mother smiled. “I’m just so happy you’re taking the day off, Kiara. I’ve been so worried about you.”

  “Mom, you don’t need to worry about me.”

  “You’ve been sick.”

  Kiara waved her hand. “With a summer cold. Nothing to be alarmed about.”

  “You must start taking care of yourself. I fear your father’s struggle to keep Bella Notte going is the very thing that contributed to his cancer. He never took a day off either. Never rested. Now he’s been forced to reevaluate the life he was living. I didn’t begrudge him his ambitions, but he never stopped to smell the roses. We live in one of the most beautiful places on earth, and it wasn’t until he had to face his own mortality that he’s come to realize there’s a benefit to slowing down. I don’t want you to wait until you’re in your fifties and your health is damaged before you understand that you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of anyone else.”

  “Yes, Mom.”

  Her mother studied her for a moment. “Wyatt is good for you. Do you know that you smile a lot more often since he’s come to stay with us?”

  “Do I?”

  Her mother reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Kiara’s ear. “I like him.”

  I like him too.

  “He just might be a keeper.”

  “Mom.”

  “Okay, okay, I know it’s none of my business, but you know you have a tendency to run guys off.”

  “I don’t run guys off.”

  “When you’re dating a guy, you don’t pay him much attention.”

  “I’m not a lapdog, Mother.”

  “Men like it when you pay them attention.”

  “I don’t want a man that needs to be petted and preened.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m messing this up. Wyatt’s a nice guy. I like him. You could do a whole lot worse. That’s all I’m saying.”

  “Duly noted.”

  “Grandmamma likes him too. She’s making him French toast.”

  Kiara groaned. “You’re feeding him breakfast?”

  “Well, honey, you are leaving him waiting.”

  “Because he didn’t tell me he was going to be here at the butt crack of dawn.”

  “Kiara, language.”

  “Sorry. I’ll be there in just a minute. Try not to tell him too much about my childhood, and whatever you do, don’t let Grandmamma get out the photo album.”

  “Um, we might already be too late on that one.”

  “Tell him he brought this on himself for not telling me when he was going to be here.”

  Her mother chuckled and disappeared.

  Kiara hurried through her morning routine, then dressed in white denim shorts and a red scoop-neck T-shirt. She was going to wear sandals, then realized it had been months since she’d bothered with a pedicure and instead jammed her feet into sneakers.

  Maybe she should start taking time out for a little more pampering. She put on a dab of mascara and lipstick. Once finished, she appraised herself in the mirror.

  Her hair. She had to do something with her hair. It stuck out at all angles. She didn’t have time to wash and blow-dry it.

  Wyatt was downstairs alone with her family. No telling what tales they were regaling him with. Quickly, she pinned her hair up in a French twist. It looked nice. Jewelry. Maybe she should wear some jewelry.

  Oh, God, it was a date.

  This is not a date. When was the last time she’d been on a date?

  Stop it. Calm down. If you can run a winery, you can go on a simple date. So what if it’s a date? You’re entitled. You’re young and single and hardworking.

  Yes, but Wyatt worked for her. He was her intern. The balance of power tipped toward her.

  What’s wrong with that? It’s one day. It’s not like you’re going to sleep with him or anything.

  She thought of that day in the cellar, and a sudden thrill sent goose bumps spreading over her arms.

  Are you?

  What was so bad about a summer fling? Fraternizing with an intern might not be the smartest thing in the world, but honestly, it wasn’t like they had long-term potential as a couple. He was a good-looking gadabout, a fun-loving slacker.

  There was no future there. He was leaving at the end of the season. But fun? She had a feeling that Wyatt could provide that in spades.

  She stepped to the bedside table, picked up the whimsical five o’clock watch he’d given her, and strapped it on her wrist. Then she reached far into the back of the drawer, pulled out a condom, and slipped it into the pocket of her shorts.

  Just in case.

  Taking a deep breath to bolster herself, she went downstairs and found Wyatt at the breakfast table eating French toast with maple syrup, drinking a cup of espresso, and chatting with Grandmamma Romano. A family photo album lay open on the table between them.

  “And here’s Kiara when she was seven helping her father cut back the grapevines. Look at that face, so
determined and headstrong even then. She wasn’t going to let that grapevine get the best of her.”

  “She wore glasses at seven?”

  “She had to get glasses when she was just three. Poor little thing. She was so tiny and yet so fierce, those big glasses perched on her baby face. It broke my heart to see her strapped with a disadvantage at such a young age.”

  “Nearsightedness is not a disadvantage, Grandmamma.” Kiara rushed across the room, and to Wyatt she said, “I’m ready to go if you are.”

  “She’s embarrassed,” Grandmamma said. “Our Kiara is full of pride.”

  “Wyatt doesn’t want to hear about my childhood.”

  “Oh,” Wyatt drawled, his long legs stretched out in front of his chair. “That’s where you’re wrong. I love imagining what you were like as a kid.”

  “The same as what she is now,” her mother called from the stove. “She was such a little mother to her younger sister and cousins. She liked being in charge from the very first. We’ve butted heads a few times over the years. Haven’t we, sweetheart?”

  This was turning into a fiasco. She didn’t want Wyatt knowing all the gory details of her childhood.

  “Wyatt.” She pointed at her watch.

  “Slow down,” he said. “That’s the point of this day. Take a breather.”

  “Then why didn’t you let me sleep in?”

  Her mother slid a plate of French toast in front of her, along with a cup of espresso.

  “Eat,” Wyatt said before her mother had a chance to say it. Then he turned back to Grandmamma. “Tell me more.”

  Grandmamma held up another photograph. “Here’s where she took first prize in the fifth-grade science fair. She was interviewed in the local paper. You should have seen her. Chest puffed out, eyes shining with happiness. We were so proud of her.”

  Kiara didn’t miss Wyatt’s lazy gaze zeroing in on her chest. She frowned at him, then wrinkled her nose and took a long gulp of coffee. She needed an IV infusion of caffeine to get through this day. She ate her breakfast as fast as she could while Grandmamma kept turning the pictures.

  “Here’s her prom.”

  “She went to the prom?” He sounded surprised. Granted, she wasn’t the prom-going type, but did he have to sound so surprised?

  “Oh, my, yes. Didn’t she look so pretty in that purple dress?”