he could now see was indeed a replica of a Tuscan town square surrounded by four buildings. They were laid out like four sides of a pentagon, leaving the square and the fifth side open to a view of the vines that terraced down the hillside toward the cliffs.
“The girls and I started all this after their father died. This building is the headquarters of Hopewell Winery.” She pointed left. “That one is the winery itself. It houses the gift shop, tasting room and some of the machinery. We had the wine cellars blasted into the rock and they’re below us. And this building and the one at the far end of the court is Bella Villa. It’s a banquet facility. There are three halls between the two buildings and our offices.”
“I hadn’t heard about any of this. I was also surprised to find Abby at Cliff Walk last night.”
“Oh,” she said, sounding somewhat distressed. “I’d better make sure she’s all right. You know, Tracy’s death devastated her, even though they’d drifted apart that last summer. Seeing you probably brought it all up for her again. I imagine coming home for the first time since then did the same for you. That was terribly mean of your commander not to let you come home for your own sister’s funeral.” She reached out and took his hand. “I am so sorry for your losses. I know you and Tracy were close. And we heard about your father’s death when Erin stayed here in May.”
She frowned. “Was Abby very upset when she saw you again?”
“I suppose she was,” Colin said carefully, his mind whirling once again. Abby and Tracy hadn’t been close that summer? They’d practically been sisters for years. What could have happened between them? He wished now that he hadn’t told his parents he never wanted to hear Abby’s name again. And he wished they hadn’t listened.
“She did take your sister’s death so hard. After that, and my divorce from her father, Abby was never really the same.” Juliana looked over toward Cliff Walk, then blinked, seeming to realize that perhaps she’d said too much. She cleared her throat as if to punctuate a change in subject. “So, how about the two-dollar tour? If we’re going to be neighbors again, you should know what’s going on up here on the plateau.”
Juliana Hopewell had no idea how much Colin wanted to figure out exactly what was going on. And what had gone on in his absence. “I think I’ll take you up on that.
“Jessie,” he called, noticing the boy and his dog had led his daughter farther away than he was comfortable with. They were going toward the middle of the plateau, where all the Hopewell enterprises sat, and he remembered the cliffs that led down from there. He and his buddies had even climbed them in their daredevil teens. And Jessie tended to be more of a daredevil than he’d ever been at her age. No way did he want her finding out about those rocky cliffs.
When she arrived back at his side, Colin took her hand. “Mrs. Hopewell said she’d take us to see all the buildings.”
Jessie frowned up at him. “Can’t I stay and play with the doggie?”
“Jamie, you come, too,” Juliana called to her grandson. “Thunder can be along for part of the tour,” Juliana told the boy. Then she turned back to Colin and explained, “I’m designated sitter for the next two hours. Oh, by the way, if you’re planning on a dog, I’d like to recommend the shelter in Hopetown.”
“An animal shelter? Isn’t that a little out of character for Hopetown? Last I remember, the good citizens would rather drown a mutt than house it till it was adopted.”
Juliana Hopewell arched on elegant eyebrow. She was a beautiful woman even as she must be nearing her fifties. “Maybe the Hopetown of ten years ago, but a lot has changed around here in the last several years. You’ll see.” She turned away, gestured to the grapevines growing in terraced rows and started what he imagined was a routine tour. “We started with fifty-three thousand young plants cloned from the finest European stock. The family buried each plant in winter for…”
Colin, both children and the dog followed her inside the winery. And within minutes, Jessie was as enthralled as he was with the big kettles and presses and stack after stack of barrels in the cellar. He was pleasantly surprised by the few sips of the wines he tried. Hopewell produced a top-shelf product. He enjoyed the tour especially because James Hopewell was probably spinning in his grave. His ex-wife and daughters had lent his prestigious family name to several establishments he’d have considered beneath him.
Juliana was CEO of all three family-owned businesses. Caroline Hopewell Westerly was CFO of the winery and Bella Villa. Samantha was in charge of the farming and the winery operations, which really would have frosted her father. And Abby was entirely in charge of Cliff Walk and was also PR director for all the Hopewell enterprises.
After the tour, Colin spent the rest of the day at Torthùil, tearing out the destroyed plaster ceilings and walls and cataloguing the changes he planned to make. He did everything with an eye toward preserving the hundred-and-fifty-year tradition of the classic colonial farmhouse built by Liam McCarthy, an ancestor back in the 1860s for whom his father had been named.
But hard labor couldn’t keep questions about Abby from his mind. He remembered the adventurous, happy girl he’d fished out of the river who’d become fast friends with his sister. She’d been impulsive and mischievous, yet generous and good-hearted. Then he’d come home for Christmas six months after joining the army to find a new Abby. She was still the coltish teen he’d left behind, but she was quieter and more reserved than he’d remembered. Then he’d gone home for Tracy’s graduation and found Abby had turned into a siren who’d all but forced him to dance with her at the graduation party his parents had thrown for both girls. It was later that night that his barriers had fallen and he’d let her pull him in with her sensual innocence, trapping his mind and heart.
And then there was now. She was uptight, prissy and cold. But, that said, there was also a bit of the old Abby in the way she treated Jessie. It was probably just her good business sense, he told himself. As long as she catered to Jessie, the other guests would approve, preserving their good image of Cliff Walk and its proprietor.
He’d gone looking for answers and had only come up with more questions about the past—and more problems with the present. What had happened between Abby and Tracy? And if she and Abby had no longer been friends, then that meant Abby had had no part in his sister’s death.
Colin didn’t know where today’s glimpse into those months between his departure and Tracy’s death left him, but one thing was clear.
He needed answers.
And once he had them, Colin wasn’t sure he’d like them.
Not one little bit.
Chapter Four
Abby spent the evening and all the next day trying to avoid Colin at every turn.
She was too busy to waste time worrying about the past and the particularly annoying customer in her present. That’s all Colin was.
She had to focus—she was planning to attend a meeting at the town hall that night, and she was anxious to see Harley Bryant’s reaction to her now that she was officially on the ballot to run against him in November’s mayoral election.
As dinner approached, Abby changed into a light summer suit and pinned her hair up in the no-nonsense style appropriate for tonight’s meeting of the zoning commission. As a candidate for the mayor of Hopetown, she needed to project a serious and businesslike image. She’d never have run for public office, but Harley Bryant had to be ousted before he ran Hopetown into the
