Once Tasted: A Silver Creek Novel by Laura Moore

Author:Laura Moore [Moore, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9780345537010
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2014-05-26T22:00:00+00:00

THE SUN WAS sinking toward the horizon when Mia arrived at Silver Creek, her canvas bag clinking with the wine she’d selected for dinner with Quinn. It was the least she could do after being invited to dinner. It was precautionary, too, since Quinn couldn’t identify a Chardonnay from a Riesling. Life was too short to drink the kind of wine that found its way into her kitchen. To be fair, though, Mia couldn’t tell Quinn’s goats apart, despite having been introduced to Henny, Alberta, Gertrude, and Maybelle a number of times.

Quinn had told her to come by the smallest of the enclosures, where she was feeding the shaggy tribe their dinner. There was lots of excited bleating and butting and stomping of cloven hooves as the goats went at the hay and pellets she placed in the suspended feeders.

Even with the din and commotion, Quinn noticed Mia hanging over the metal railing.

“Hi,” she called. “Perfect timing. I’m just about finished with these rascals.”

“No hurry.” Mia slipped the canvas bag off her shoulder. “I brought you some wine.”

“Good. My first thought was for us to go up to the restaurant for dinner and let you enjoy Jeff and Roo’s magic, but the ranch is booked solid and, frankly, I’m all guested out—Jim and I led the afternoon trail ride, and I had a real motormouth in my group.” She shook her head at the memory. “Luckily, I had a stroke of brilliance and asked Tess to cook. She’s whipping something up and bringing it over to my place, so that my brothers can plan guy stuff with their buddy Brian for Ward and Tess’s wedding.”

“That’s great. I like your sister-in-law-to-be.”

“Yeah, I do, too. I also appreciate the fact that she’s a way better cook than I am.” Quinn scratched the pale-gray head of one of the goats. They were all the same creamy gray.

“Is that Maybelle?” Mia asked hopefully.

“Nope. She’s over there, defoliating the blackberry bush.” Quinn pointed to a very busy goat. “This is Gertrude. She likes an after-dinner scratch.” Finished obliging Gertrude, Quinn opened the gate and joined Mia. She gave a sharp whistle through her teeth, and her black-and-tan sheltie, Sooner, appeared at her side.

“Home,” Quinn said, and the dog took off at a brisk trot, leading the way past the PRIVATE ONLY sign and up the dirt road that led to the Knowleses’ own quarters.

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