A Vineyard Rebirth (The Vineyard Sunset Series Book 9) by Katie Winters

Author:Katie Winters [Winters, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Women's Fiction, sisters fiction, divorce fiction, clean & wholesome fiction, summertime beach reads
Publisher: Katie Winters
Published: 2021-08-02T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“There he is. Mark Van Tress. I guess I’ll be seeing much, much more of you over the next few years, huh?” Wes Sheridan greeted the older man at Kelli’s parents' place the following afternoon. He placed a beer in his hand as Trevor entered the house from the back porch, where smoke billowed up from the grill.

“We heard a little rumor you took a liking to the old Cliffside Property,” Trevor affirmed.

Mark’s smile was youthful, despite his seventy-five years. He removed the top from his beer and lifted it, gesturing toward Kelli, who remained in the corner, her thoughts racing. She hadn’t known her father had invited the Van Tresses for his barbecue that evening; in fact, she’d wanted to take the opportunity of the dinner party to sit aside with her parents and dig a bit deeper into their memories regarding the old Cliffside Overlook. If it potentially wasn’t theirs to sell, then why had they made a big fuss over it all these years? And why then, if those blueprints actually belonged to the Cliffside Overlook, had they been in her parents’ attic all this time?

“She’s been a tremendous help,” Mark said as he beamed at Kelli. “I’ve met countless real estate agents on Xander and I’s quest to find our luxury hotel properties. Your daughter here is perhaps the best I’ve ever worked with.”

Trevor beamed at Kelli. “We think she’s pretty amazing ourselves even though we may be just a tad biased.”

“That’s putting it lightly.” This was Lola, who rushed in from the kitchen, rubbing her wet hands over a towel. She flashed a smile and then said, “That article got a huge number of readers. My editor was very pleased. He wants me to put together a book over the next few years about important historical sights on Martha’s Vineyard, if you can believe it, inspired by this article.”

“Oh! You should do exclusively old ghost stories.”

Charlotte stepped in from the kitchen with this suggestion as Rachel hustled up beside her and screeched, “No! Not ghost stories, Mom.”

“Why? You scared?” Charlotte asked, giving her daughter a sideways glance.

Rachel wrinkled her nose. “Ghost stories are lame.” She said it half-heartedly, as though she couldn’t fully believe it.

“That’s not what she thought last week when we told them around the campfire,” her cousin, Gail, said as she jumped in from the porch. “You told Abby she had to stop.”

Rachel glowered at Gail and mouthed, “Gee, thanks.”

Kelli chuckled inwardly, despite all her swirling fears. Lexi followed in from the porch after Gail, her hand filled with chips. Kelli beckoned for her, and Lexi begrudgingly handed her mother several chips. Each slice was a perfect balance of oil and salt on Kelli’s tongue.

“You know, you can really go out and get your own chips, Mom,” Lexi teased.

“Oh, you hush,” Kelli returned. She wiped her hands lightly on the top of her pants and then said, “How did it go at the boutique today?”

“I had a huge sale today, actually,” Lexi announced.

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