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I reach into my bottom desk drawer and pull out the Clorox wipes. It’s all I can think to do in the moment as my chest aches.
Why would she do this to Spencer?
He’s such a good, kind person. He’s smart and sensitive. He’s strong and athletic. He’s logical and responsible. He deserves better.
If I run to him with this news, it’ll be a betrayal to my family.
Why is she with Spencer if she’d rather be with Drew? What am I supposed to do with this information?
Drew is…well, he’s Drew. He lives here at the vineyard in the second bungalow—next door to Amelia in the first—while I’m down in number five. He’s good at his job, and he’s cute enough, I guess, but he isn’t personable the way Spencer is. He doesn’t go out of his way to chat with our guests in the tasting room even though he’s well-versed in everything that happens here at the vineyard.
And now he’s sleeping with my sister. Or, at the very least, he’s kissing her and humping her against my office door.
My stomach turns over.
I have to deal with today’s wedding. I don’t have time to confront my sister with this information, and I’m not entirely sure I want to. I’m not sure I want to know why she’s doing this.
What will she think when Spencer admits to her that he was released?
He’s still got money. He has a business degree, and from what I know about him, he’s incredibly smart with money.
He needs to know what she’s doing, but I intend to figure out why she’s doing it first.
With that in mind, I take care of my tasks at the Grand Hall, and then I head toward the production facility where I know I’ll find my dad.
I walk into his office and close the door.
“Closing the door? Must be serious,” he says.
“I think we should tighten up security around here a bit. I think we need cameras in each of the offices in the mansion.”
His brows crinkle. “May I ask why?”
“I just feel like it’s an added measure of security to have some cameras around.”
He nods. “You got it, kiddo. I’ll have them installed Monday, say…five a.m.? Nobody should be around yet, so nobody will have to know.”
“You know when I say you’re the best, I mean it, right?”
“Hey, Gracie. If you ask me for something, I trust that you have all the right intentions in mind.”
“I love you, Daddy.” I walk around the desk, and he stands to give me a hug.
“I love you, too, Gigi,” he says, using the nickname he gave me when I was just a kid as he pulls me into his arms. It started as G since that’s the first letter of my first name and evolved into Gigi, and it’s even sometimes Gigi-bear or Gigi-bug.
And Gigi-bear is ready to figure out what the hell is going on.
Chapter 8: Spencer Nash
We Need to Talk
Three Months Before the Wedding
I head up to the offices, and Amelia isn’t in hers. But Grace is in the one next door.
“Goat soap,” I say, plopping a small tote bag onto her desk before I take a seat in the chair opposite her. “My mom makes it, and I helped her with everything you’ve got in there while I was in New York, so enjoy my hard labor.”
“Thanks,” she says, giggling as she peeks inside the bag. “It’s nice to see you back here.”
