Francesca and Brenna looked at each other.

“No crisis,” Brenna said, then sighed. “Not yet. Grandpa Lorenzo might be selling the winery.”

Katie’s eyes widened. “That’s not possible. He’s obsessive about family.”

“He doesn’t have any male heirs.”

“What does that matter?” she demanded. “You love the winery. You know more than he does. Whenever he doesn’t listen to you, he’s eventually forced to admit he made a mistake. Brenna, this is crazy.”

“This is our family,” Brenna said. “He’s accusing me of not being loyal and not sticking around. By marrying Jeff and moving to L.A., I’ve proven I can’t be trusted.”

Katie shook her head. “We should all talk to him or something.”

“You know he’d never listen. Instead he’d get mad and throw us out of the family.”

“Something he likes to do on a regular basis,” Katie grumbled. “I’m sorry,” she told Brenna.

The waitress arrived. As this was a favorite place, the sisters all knew what they wanted. They ordered salads, extra bread, and diet soda.

When she’d left, Katie picked up the conversation. “I wish there was something we could do about this, Brenna. Have you talked to the folks?”

Brenna shrugged. “I’ve thought about it. I know Grandpa makes Dad crazy, too, but the thing is they work together. They live in the same house. I don’t want to make them choose. Plus, going to them would make me feel like I couldn’t handle things on my own.”

Francesca understood her sister’s reluctance to get her parents in the middle of a big fight. Brenna would consider this a fight she had to manage by herself, much as Francesca insisted on paying her own way through college and grad school.

“Are you sure you can’t buy the Pinot grapes yourself?” Francesca asked. “With the money you’re going to be getting from the settlement on your divorce, couldn’t you rent equipment?”

The waitress arrived with the wine. All three sisters clinked their glasses together.

“I’ve done the math,” Brenna said. “I wouldn’t have enough. Plus, it would be such a small production. However, it did get me thinking…” Her voice trailed off.

“About?” Katie prompted.

“Starting my own label.” She held up her hand before either sister could respond. “I don’t know. I’m in the ‘maybe’ stage. It’s a little scary to consider.”

Francesca couldn’t imagine the work involved. Or the money. She sucked in a breath. “Do I want to know what you’re looking at in start-up capital?”

Brenna grinned. “Somewhere in the neighborhood of a million dollars.”

Francesca nearly fell out of her chair. Katie gasped.

“Don’t look so shocked,” Brenna told them. “I would have to start big. Wine making is no longer a business for the gentleman farmer. Small wineries are failing left and right, or being bought by larger concerns. I would need to be big enough to survive.”

“A million dollars?” Francesca said, hardly able to comprehend that much money. “What would the loan payment be?”

“You don’t want to know.” Brenna took a piece of bread and tore it in half. “Actually I don’t want to know, either. Like I said, I haven’t decided what I’m doing. Right now it’s just a fantasy.”

Katie patted her arm. “If you decide to go for it, I’m good for a few thousand. Although when compared with a million, that doesn’t seem like much.”

“Keep your money,” Brenna told her. “You’re going to need it when you start popping out babies.”

Katie laughed. “We’re not even married yet.”

“I’ve heard women can get pregnant before marriage these days,” Francesca said. “Isn’t science wonderful?”

Katie threw a roll at her. “Very funny. Zach and I want to wait about a year before getting started on the whole family thing. We want to enjoy each other.”

Brenna looked at Francesca. “Sex. She’s talking about sex.”

“I know.” Francesca grinned. “Where are you going on your honeymoon?”

“Zach’s mentioned Tahiti.”

“One of those all-nude resorts?” Brenna asked.

“What is with you?” Katie shook her head. “I don’t want to spend my honeymoon naked.” She frowned. “Well, that came out wrong. Let me rephrase it. I don’t want to spend my honeymoon naked with anyone other than Zach.” She turned to Francesca. “And speaking of naked, what on earth is going on in your life?”

Francesca nearly choked on the bit of bread she’d just swallowed. She had a bad feeling she was blushing.

“I’m not naked.”

“Maybe not, but you brought a twelve-year-old girl to the house. From what the Grands told me, you’re dating the girl’s father. Is this true? Do I have to hear about that kind of gossip from my grandmothers rather than my sister herself?”

“You’ve been busy,” Francesca pointed out. “It’s not like you’ve been calling me every fifteen minutes.”

“You get crabby when I do that,” Katie said. “So start talking.”

The waitress arrived with their salads. Fajita chicken for Katie and Francesca, a Cobb for Brenna.

“Oh, please. Let me,” Brenna said with a grin. “I want to tell her.”

Francesca shrugged. “Feel free.”

Brenna leaned toward Katie and lowered her voice. “Remember a couple of months ago, when we all got drunk and admitted to wanting to sleep with Nic Giovanni?”

Katie held up a hand. “Excuse me, but we all agreed we wanted to sleep with him back in high school. Not today. There’s a difference.”

“Whatever,” Brenna said. “Anyway, we were both bugging Francesca about finding some guy and getting involved.”

“Right. We made her promise to sleep with the next normal, single man that she-” Katie’s mouth dropped open. “You didn’t actually do that, did you?”

Francesca popped a piece of chicken in her mouth and chewed.

Katie turned to Brenna. “She did?”

“Apparently. She met this guy while on one of her experiments.”

Katie winced. “Not the tattooed biker chick.”

“No. It’s worse. She was pregnant. They talked, she came clean about her disguise, and then they had sex.”

Francesca swallowed. “We went out to dinner, and I did not sleep with him on the first date.”

Both her sisters looked at her. She sighed. “It was the second date, okay?”

Kate and Brenna laughed.

“Well, then,” Brenna said. “It’s perfectly fine. The second date.”

Francesca refused to be embarrassed or apologize. “It just happened. I didn’t mean it to, but I can’t regret it. Sam is really great.”

Katie looked surprised. “Miss ‘I never want to be married again’ isn’t changing her mind, is she?”

“Absolutely not. Sam is in complete agreement with me on that, too. We’re both looking for a monogamous relationship with no risk of too much emotional involvement. He doesn’t want to get married again any more than I do.”

“They’re basically talking about cheap, easy sex and idle chitchat,” Brenna said. “Honest to God, it sounds perfect.”

“I don’t think so,” Katie said. “Where’s the romance in that?”

Francesca looked at her twin. “Ever the soft-hearted one.”

“Not soft-hearted,” Katie protested. “Practical. Do you really think you can have a physically intimate relationship with a man without falling for him?”

“Absolutely,” Francesca said. “I’ve been married. Todd wasn’t the devil, at least not on purpose, but there was very little I liked about being married. And look what Brenna gave up for Jeff.” She touched Brenna’s arm. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Brenna said. “You’re right. I’ve been beating myself up about it ever since he walked out on me. Katie, you were the smart one. You waited to get married until you found the right guy. You fell for Zach and I think it’s great. But neither Francesca nor I is interested in a walk down the aisle again.”

Katie didn’t look convinced. “I’m not sure it’s possible to avoid emotional bonding. What happens if you fall for him? It could get complicated. Especially with him having a daughter. You’ve always wanted kids. And you love to rescue people.”

“Sam is not in need of rescuing,” Francesca said firmly. “And I’ll admit that the kid thing could be a problem, but I will just make sure I don’t bond with either of them. Sam and I want to keep this completely uncomplicated.”

“Life doesn’t always let you choose,” Katie reminded her. “Be careful.”

Francesca laughed. “We’re using condoms. How much safer could we be?”

Teen-zilla had returned, Sam thought on Monday morning. There had been nearly ten days during which he’d thought having a kid around wasn’t such a bad thing. But he’d been wrong.

“She smells,” Kelly hissed. “And she’s weird-looking.”

Sam stood in front of the bathroom mirror and tucked his tie under his shirt collar.

“She doesn’t smell,” he told his daughter, although he’d noticed some sort of decaying plant smell whenever he was around Doreen. As for her not looking normal, Sam thought she was fine. Okay, her glasses were a little thick, and there was something strange about her mouth, but he wasn’t interested in her appearance, just her skills.

“She’s been working with children for twenty years,” he told Kelly as he looped around the narrow end of his tie. “She has a clean driving record, no tickets in three years, she’s bonded and highly recommended. If you want to get to ballet class, she’s your ride.”

“I put up with her for all of last week. I gave her a chance. She’s horrible. She doesn’t talk at all. She has no sense of humor, and she never takes me anywhere but class and home. I asked about going to the movies or the mall, and she just said no.”

Sam didn’t like the sound of that. “You’re allowed to go places after class,” he said. “I never meant to keep you locked up.” Not really. “I’ll talk to her when I go downstairs. I’m sure once she understands that it’s all right, you can start doing more fun things in the afternoon.”

“I’d rather be alone than with her.”