Eight Hundred Grapes - Page 41

Jacob ignored Ben’s insulting tone. “I guess that’s true,” he said.

“You’re Murray’s son?”

“Grandson.”

Ben took a bite of Maddie’s cake, winked at her. He didn’t turn back to Jacob when he spoke next.

“I didn’t know Murray had much to do with Dan,” Ben said.

“He didn’t, but I do.”

“Why’s that?”

“We’re purchasing The Last Straw Vineyard,” Jacob said.

Ben turned toward me, shocked, compassion filling his eyes.

“We’re planning to keep the vineyard in the tradition of Dan’s work, to offer a biodynamic option to our customers. The vineyard will be run exactly the same.”

Ben smiled, tightly. “If Dan’s not here, it can’t be run exactly the same.”

“Dan isn’t worried about it,” he said.

Ben leaned in. “How much money did you have to pay him so he wouldn’t be?”

The tension between them was thick. I should have enjoyed it, neither of them in my good graces. But I didn’t want to watch it either, which maybe Jacob sensed.

“I should probably get going . . .” Jacob said. It was less a statement, more a question. Did I want him to go or did I want protection from the talk Ben would demand we have as soon as we were alone?

I didn’t meet his eyes. I didn’t want protection from Ben, at least not from Jacob.

“You need us to call you a cab?” Ben said.

His eyes were still on me. “No,” Jacob said. “I’m going to walk.”

“Who’s walking where?”

Margaret walked into the kitchen, more like breezed into it, smiling, animated. She wore workout clothes, a sun visor, her long hair swept beneath it. She looked around the table and noticed Ben.

“Ben!” she said. “When did you get here? Did you come up for the family dinner tonight?”

Ben stood up to hug Margaret, wrapped his arms around her. “Of course.”

He smiled, happy to see Margaret, happy to be going to the family dinner. He hadn’t missed it since we’d started dating. The intimate family celebration before the big harvest party celebration. Ben loved it so much that he flew from a meeting in New York one year to be there for it. Another year, he cancelled a trip to London. He loved it as much as any of the Fords did.

Margaret smiled. “We were hoping you’d show up,” she said. “And who is this cutie pie?”

Ben looked at his daughter, smiling. “This is Maddie,” he said.

“Maddie?” Margaret said.

“Ben’s daughter,” Jacob said.

“What was that?” Margaret said.

Ben drilled Jacob with a dirty look, but I stifled a laugh, enjoying the confused look on Margaret’s face.

“Maddie, this is Margaret,” Ben said. “Margaret is going to be your aunt.”

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