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My heart sinks as I look a week ahead, thinking maybe I’m just off a week, but it’s not there either.
I have a feeling I know exactly what happened, and I’m going to fucking kill her.
I storm into Amelia’s office, but she isn’t in yet—of course. Why would she be early for once in her life?
So I storm over to her bungalow and start banging on her front door.
It takes her a few beats before she answers the door, and when she does, she looks…disheveled. She’s dressed for the day, but she looks like she’s been working out or something, and she’s acting a little strange, not opening her door to let me in.
There’s no time to focus on that when I’m here on a mission. “What the hell did you do with my distributor meeting?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe you need to keep better track of your own schedule.” She folds her arms but keeps her foot on the back of the door to not let me see in.
“Did you delete it from my calendar to mess with me? I know when my meetings are, Amelia. This isn’t going to work.”
She rolls her eyes. “No, I didn’t delete it to mess with you. I deleted it because it already took place.”
Ice runs through my veins. “What did you just say?”
“We had the meeting on Friday. Shawna was all too happy to chat with me a few days earlier than expected.” She smiles sweetly and moves to slam the door in my face, but I shove on it until it opens, and I push my way inside.
“Are you kidding me?”
“No. I would never joke about something as important to me as our family vineyard.” She holds a hand over her heart as she fakes earnestness. “Now get the hell out of my house.”
I rush toward her and push her, knocking her a little off-balance.
“What is wrong with you?” I yell at her. “Why do you hate me so much?”
“Are you kidding me? My entire life, you’ve been a splinter in my heel, and then you have the fucking nerve to marry the man I loved? The man who asked me to marry him first! There’s no way in hell you’re getting this place!” She’s screaming at me now, so I scream back.
“You were cheating on him! You never loved him!”
“You don’t know a goddamn thing about me, Grace!” she says, poking a finger into my chest. “You never bothered!”
Is she right?
No. I know for damn sure this whole feud between us started the second I slipped out of the womb.
I slap her hand out of the way, and I move toward her, anger filling me.
I had such a wonderful, peaceful weekend with the man I’ve fallen head over heels for, and this is what I have to return to.
I can’t do it. I can’t be at the same vineyard as this vile person who so badly wants me to fail.
And so I will do whatever it takes to take her out of the equation.
Not in a sinister sense. I’m not going to kill her or anything—at least not the way she tried to do to me with that mustard prank.
But I’m going to win this place if it’s the last goddamn thing I do.
“I hate you,” I hiss, and I rush toward her and push her with all my might.
She grabs hold of my hair, twisting it as my head yanks to the side. “Are you really going to stand here thinking you’re stronger than me?” Her tone is full of scorn, and unfortunately, she’s probably right. She’s got four or five inches on me, and she’s always been strong.
The pain from where she’s pulling my hair nearly makes me fall, but I take a jab at her anyway, trying to punch her in the stomach from my angle but not hitting her nearly as hard as I mean to. “Maybe you’re physically stronger, but I’d like to remind you that you tried to convince my husband to marry you for two years. It took me all of two seconds.”
“You bitch!” she screams, and she lets go of my hair and slaps me across the face.
