 | Hey, hey! I'm up this week on What I Wrote Wednesday. I thought I'd share a little more of my Team Vino (working title) story. Jules Rosetti's living a happy quiet life, running a team building camp at a northern California vineyard. All of that is about to change. Take a look and let me know what you think. |
Spinning away from Marcus’s frown, she pressed a hand to her belly, which had twisted into a painful pretzel. “Her staying here is going to be a logistical nightmare. I have a team event beginning tomorrow. There will be six, no...wait, I had some add-ons this morning, so eight total strangers roaming the property.”
Victory bloomed in Peyton’s eyes. At least Gitta’s assistant graciously refrained from yelling “Bingo!”
Annoying, take-charge Peyton surfaced when Jules didn’t say Gitta couldn’t stay. To Peyton it probably sounded like capitulation. “We don’t have to stay in the main house. We’ll stay in that little cabin in the valley. No one will ever see her there. You’ll have our meals sent down to us, right? She won’t have to come to the dining room.”
Jules’s shoulders rose toward her ears. Peyton had a point. The little house was extremely remote. Nowhere near the large facility where Jules accommodated her overnight guests. Problem was, Jules had just finished renovating the space and planned to move her own belongings to it tonight.
Forcing the tension out on a solid, resigned breath, Jules concentrated on lowering her shoulders to a neutral position. “The kitchen is stocked. You’ll have to cook. With eight guests scheduled, I won’t have time to get meals for you also.”
Due to the frozen nature of Peyton’s face, Jules couldn’t be sure, but she thought the look on her face was horror.
“Fine, but Gitta hates my cooking. Says I burn water.”
“Not going to work, Peyton, so just give it up. I’ll be too busy trying to keep the teams on the opposite side of the vineyard, away from you and Gitta.”
Jules crossed back to her desk. With a couple of fast key strikes, she locked her computer then scooped up her keys. Gesturing to the door, she followed Peyton outside. Her feet grew heavier, as if she had weights strapped to her ankles, her steps reluctant as she approached the limo. As Marcus backed away from the door, she shot him a look meant to convey her intent to get even with him for his betrayal.
Drawing a deep breath to fortify herself Jules bent down to look into the darkened interior of the car. “Hi, Mom. Welcome to Team Vino.”
Oh, poor Jules has her hands full now, with her celebrity mom and harried assistant to cater to, and soon a houseful of paying guests. She'll need to pull all of her team building skills out of her hat! Please tell me what you think about this in comments. I'd love to hear your thoughts.
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