Faking it with Damian Black novel (Millie)

Chapter 61

-MILLIE-

I last visited Summerfields Acres in Clarke Bay on Dad’s birthday in November. Everywhere I looked, a

thick blanket of snow was all I could see. The grape farm was nothing but an endless white field.

During my entire visit, I was held up inside Dad’s place.

Since fall was already knocking on our doors, the vineyard was busy. We drove between endless

rolling hills lined with rows of ample grape vines. It was green here and there. The sunlight bouncing on

the vineyard added fall colors to the already picturesque

view.

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Dad’s huge figure looked childlike as he stood on the threshold of his humble abode. When I say

humble, it was a 468 square meter villa with 10 bedrooms, a gathering hall, and a restaurant. And no,

he doesn’t live in the villa. Dad was too minimalist to live in such a big house. He turned it into a bed–

and–breakfast, hence the lines of cars parked in the parking lot.

This was a busy season for the farm. Mom said there will be a wedding here tomorrow, that’s why Dad

needed her here.

“You made it,” Dad beamed as I slid out of the SUV’s backseat. He enveloped me in a warm embrace,

lifting me off the ground and twirling around like he had done since I was a little girl.

I would never tire of my parents‘ love, but they don’t know when to tone it down. My cheeks burned as

we gathered attention from the guests mingling in the garden. His employees beamed at us with

interest.

“Dad!” I glared at Dad when he ruffled my hair, swatting his hand away.

Wasn’t it enough that I wanted the ground to swallow me?

He chuckled and turned to Mom, greeting her with a kiss on the mouth.

I made a face. I guess I would never get used to seeing my parents kiss in front of me,

ever.

Instead of taking us to the restaurant, Dad prepared breakfast for three in his cabin a few yards behind

the villa. One look at the cabin, and you’ll know Dad owned it. A chimney jutted out of the roof of the 3–

bedroom log cabin. The deck in front, encompassed by a wooden railing, had three chairs around a

makeshift fire pit. The smaller structure beside the cabin was his garage. He spends more time there

than inside the house itself.

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This was the first thing he had built after buying the farm. He knew this was where he would grow old

with Mom.

Dad was your typical rough on the outside, mushy on the inside. Mom was one lucky girl.

After breakfast, I made myself comfortable in my bedroom here and slept until late in the afternoon.

‘We’re at the winery,‘ Mom’s note beside the plate of honey–glazed chicken on the kitchen island said.

After eating my late lunch, I went out looking for my parents. The winery was across the field. It’s easier

if I use the motorcycle parked in Dad’s garage. If only I knew how to drive one.

Halfway through the field, I stopped over to greet the farmers working on Dad’s vineyard about ten

times. They have nothing but good words for my father. It surprised me how excited they were to meet

me as well.

The culture in this place was a big shift from Roslin City. Clarke Bay was a small town, and Dad,

owning the largest vineyard and winery in this area, was kind of popular with the locals. Dad bought

this place when it was on the brink of bankruptcy. People were surprised at how he made a dying

business thrive. Along with the success of Summerfields Acres was the increase in employment

opportunities for the people of Clarke Bay.

I had just finished talking to Marius, the fifty–seven–year–old farmer who invited me for dinner so I

could meet his son, when a horse jumped in front of me out of nowhere. I was startled. I fell on my a*s.

“Hey, are you alright?” a guy came to my side, his warm hand gently gripping my elbow.

“No,” I hissed. There was an ache in my butt. My tailbone landed on a huge rock. The pain vibrated

through my entire spine.

Looking up, I crawled away like a terrified lamb when the horse neighed, nudging me with its nose.

“Easy,” the guy chuckled, standing to his full height and rubbing the horse’s nose. It groaned and

nudged the guy’s hand as if asking for more. Mystery Guy gave it, smiling as he said. “You naughty

boy, the horse answered with another groan. “Behave now. You scared the lady.” As though it

understood what he said, it sighed and stomped its front foot, whipping its tail side to side, but stayed

where it was.

The guy turned to me then, offered his hand, and gently smiled down at me. He had dark skin,

shoulder–length hair, and sharp brown eyes, wearing a sleeveless gray shirt, jeans, and leather farm

boots.

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When I just stared at his hand, he tilted his head to the side. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” I put my hand in his; it was rough and calloused, and I allowed him to pull me up. When

pain shot through my back, I bit the insides of my cheeks but kept a steady face.

“Are you hurt?” concern laced his tone.

“My butt hit that rock when I fell,” I said, looking down at the golf ball–sized rock on the dirt path.

His brows knitted together. “I would love to rub the pain away, but that would be inappropriate.”

I snorted. “You think?”

He laughed uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. “It usually works with Calix.”

“That’s his name?” I asked, looking at the horse.

“Yeah,” the guy nodded. “I’m Xander.”

“Millie.”

“I know,” Xander murmured. I frowned at him. “Well, everyone on the farm knows the boss‘ daughter’s

name.”

I nodded. “Ah. So you work here… with Calix?”

“Yeah. I’m the stable guy,” he stated proudly, neared Calix and rubbed its nose. Calix sighed.

“I didn’t know dad had a stable,” I murmured, not that I would know what he’s been doing up here. I

rarely visit this place. He’s usually the one who travels to visit me.

I’m such a bad daughter.

“It’s new,” Xander said, looking me up and down. Since I knew I’d be walking around the vineyard, I

brought one dress, a lot of shirts and jeans, and three pairs of comfy boots. There was no reason for

me to dress up here, anyway. That being said, I was wearing a white shirt, fitted jeans, and boots and

tied my hair in a high ponytail. I didn’t bother with makeup. Just loose powder and lip gloss, but I put

tons of sunscreen on my skin.

“What?” I looked down at my body, wondering if I had dirt on me.

“Nothing,” Xander said, ‘suppressing a smile.

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I narrowed my eyes at him, folding my arms in my middle. “I don’t appreciate you making fun of me.”

He stepped back, hands raised in the air. “I’m not making fun of you. I just didn’t expect… this.” He

gestured with his hand over my body.

I’d put him at six foot one. I would need to leap if I wanted to smack that smile away from his face. Or I

could just kick him in the balls, walk away, and never look back. That would serve him well.

As though he had read my mind, he took another step backward and stood beside Calix.

“What were you expecting? A princess?” I rolled my eyes and skirted

past him.

He answered with a chuckle, the rumble of his boots against the ground following mine. I grew agitated

as he trailed behind me.

“Will you quit following me?!” I paused. The winery was within reach.

Xander and Calix halted. His brown eyes were wide with feigned innocence. “We’re not following you,

right Calix?” the horse answered with a groan.

Glowering at them, I stomped as fast as I could towards the winery, ignoring the pain in my a*s. Mom

and Dad were having wine on the table under the huge cedar tree with two other people. Their smiles

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“You found her,” Dad greeted Xander.

“It’s Calix who found her,” Xander answered and tied Calix’s line on the lower branch of the tree.

Anger bubbled within me. He intentionally made fun of me and withheld that Dad was looking for me.

The two other guests they were having wine with were Natasha and Jonah. They’re getting married

tomorrow, and they extended the invitation to me.

“What’s up, hun,” Mom asked as I sank deeper into the wooden chair beside her.

“It’s the heat getting on me,” I murmured, glaring at Xander. He winked at me as he spoke to Dad,

Natasha, and Jonah.

Mom followed my line of sight, humming meaningfully. “I think you’ll enjoy your time here in Clarke

Bay.”

I groaned and snatched Dad’s glass of wine from the table, gobbling it down.