Be Mine Forever (A St. Helena Vineyard Novel) by Marina Adair Read Free Book Online Page A

that’s incredible. Well, not for the lead who tore her ACL, but you know what I mean,” she said, crossing the room to pull her sister-in-law in for a hug.
    Heather was beyond talented, a dancer with megastar factor. Her potential had outgrown St. Helena the day they moved here.
    “I know, right?” She hugged Sara back, tightly, and Sara felt her eyes start to burn. “He’s going to be in San Francisco for the week and wants me to meet the choreographer. Tuesday.”
    Sara froze. “Tuesday?”
    “I know, I’m sorry,” Heather said, and she was. She also wasn’t finished with her favor. “If things go well, then I might have to stay through to Wednesday.”
    Tuesdays were the studio’s busiest days. If Heather was gone, Sara would have to cover her classes and Cooper wouldn’t get to bed until nine. She’d start bright and early at seven sharp and go straight through to their evening senior lineup, which included— oh God —Heather’s brainchild.
    “Senior Pole Dancing,” she groaned.
    “I’ll make it up to you.” Heather tugged Sara’s hand and she was already beginning to cave. Two months as the lead in a Broadway musical could be the career changer Heather needed.
    “Fine, I’ll do it,” Sara said. Heather launched herself into Sara’s arms with a resounding oomph. “As long as you admit that I was right. You are not too tall.”
    “Only if you admit that the whole ‘Sorry I’m late, I hit some guy’s car’ story the other night was really code for doing the backseat tango.”
    “It was not.”
    “Then explain why the driver looks just like Sexy Italian Guy who came into the studio last night looking for you.”
    That was news to her. News that made her shiver with delight. “He was just checking to make sure I was okay and to tell me that his car had no damages.”
    Heather snorted. “That must have been some checkup, since you stopped answering your phone like an hour and a half ago.” Heather shot Sara a knowing look. “Especially since Sexy Italian Guy happens to go by the name Trey DeLuca.”
    Oh my God. “You know Trey?” The idea made Sara’s stomach sour because her sister-in-law was tall, willowy, and endowed. One glance at her centerfold body sent most men to their knees in awe.
    “Sara, every available woman in town knows Trey. Or at least knows of him. He is like the Jedi master of panty whisperers.”
    Sara rolled her eyes. “You make him sound like some kind of urban myth.”
    “According to the ladies in my yoga class, the word you are looking for is ‘legend,’ not ‘ myth. ’ Apparently, he can talk his way into a pair of panties in under two minutes, and his way out of a commitment before breakfast.” Heather waggled a brow. “So…your panties—”
    “Are still intact, thank you very much.” Although he could work a button like nobody’s business, she thought, remembering her raincoat .
    “Mommy!” Cooper squealed from the top of the stairs.
    “Hey, honey.” She stood, thankful for the interruption.
    Trey was sexy and gorgeous and so far out of her comfort zone that just thinking about seeing him again made her nervous. It shouldn’t matter that he was a shagging legend. But for a moment there, Sara had felt like they’d shared something—something real and special. A connection.
    Or maybe they just shared a kiss and some wine and she wasn’t experienced enough to know the difference.
    Refusing to overthink the afternoon, she put out her arms just as Cooper came tearing across the rug, not bothering to slow down as he launched himself at Sara. Arms wrapped around her waist, legs locked around her ankles, and his head firmly butted into her stomach, she managed to hold back a grunt. The kid might be small, but he packed some serious velocity.
    Hugging him as tightly as she could without crushing him, she placed a kiss on his head. He smelled like Jell-O and bath time.
    “I missed you so much,” he whispered.
    And that, right there, was all