Worth It

Small towns are for small minds. I left for college and never looked back. Ensconced in my luxurious, and lucrative, vineyard, I barely ever spare a thought for my old life. Until I got word that my self-declared "godfather" had passed and put me in charge of his estate. Now I've got to go back to the town where the cows outnumber the people to put his affairs in order. I expected to see familiar faces, a little order, a lot worse for wear. 

Secrets are diseases, and my life is full of them. Going back to where I grew up solved nothing. Coming back home brought no peace. And now, as I look over Anton's last piece of property, I still have no peace. My godfather's death brought a woman into my life. But a stupid argument ripped her away. I can't stop thinking about her. Wondering about her. Dreaming about her. All I know is I have to see her. I have to feel her body pressed against me again.

Money. Of course she's after my money. I don't know how the hell I could've convinced myself differently. And now, she's pregnant with my child. At least, she says she is. I'm preparing my lawyers. I'm gearing up for war. Because there's a sliver of a chance the child is mine. And my child won't be raised with anything less than the best. But the second I chase Michelle back to her hometown, my heart sings. My body comes alive. My hands ache to touch her.