Moonlight in Vermont by Kacy Cross

Author:Kacy Cross
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hallmark Publishing
Published: 2019-01-24T21:11:54+00:00

“Mr. Chauncey!” Fiona called out as she trod up the snow-covered hill to his barn, where he stood outside it watching her, both of his gloved hands on the barbed wire stretching between two posts. One stiff breeze might knock the whole contraption down, but he stubbornly clung to the wire as he wrangled it higher against the withered wood.

As metaphors went, that couldn’t be clearer. He looked like he’d rather wrap the barbed wire around her neck than have a chat, but she didn’t let it discourage her.

“Well, if good fences make good neighbors, I’d say we’ve got a long way to go.” She smiled. Chauncey just stared at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Right. I was just hoping we could talk a little more privately.”

“How about you get to the point? I got hungry sheep waiting.”

That wasn’t a no. “I wanted to discuss my client’s offer to buy your field.”

He chuckled and fed more wire around the second pole, but it really didn’t look any sturdier than it had before he’d started. “Never gonna happen.”

“You’re growing weeds,” she said with a confused shrug. “I’ve asked around town and this field has been sitting here for a while on the market. It’s a solid offer. Why not sell it to Derek?”

“Because he’s attracting the wrong element,” Chauncey explained with a side eye for Fiona, as if he saw a woman with a couple of prison tattoos and a rap sheet instead of a successful real estate broker. “What with his fancy cooking and turnip tartines or whatever they are. You and your type are changing this valley—and not for the better.”

“Me? Sir, you have me pegged all wrong.”

He lifted his brows as if to say not likely. “Your fancy scarf is snagged on the fence post.”

She glanced down to see a length of barbed wire poking through her favorite blue Hermes from Barney’s. That was an even more appropriate metaphor. Vermont was systematically destroying everything she’d brought with her from New York: her skillset, her clothes. Her ability to speed through a sale, a conversation, an activity.

No—this stubborn old man was not going to break her. Derek needed his fresh vegetables. She could easily picture him out in this field as he tended the rows with his careful, methodical touch. The same touch that made her shiver when he cupped her elbow as if to promise he could tend to her just as thoroughly.

And just maybe she wanted to be successful in getting Derek this field for more reasons than because they had a deal.

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