“And I’m an alcoholic.”
Kenzi was so shocked to hear Lunette say the words that she lost her ability to speak.
Lunette took her hand. “But you didn’t give up on me, and you never stopped loving Dad.”
“You’re my sister,” she rationalized.
“He’s your husband.”
“Business husband.”
“Then get to the business of being his wife.”
Kenzi hid behind her hands. “You’re asking me to be okay with what he did, his lies of omission, and suck it up over what happened with the company.”
“Yep.” Lunette pulled her hands down. “It’s time to move on, Kenzi. We need to let it go, all of it. Mama, Dad, Hazel’s. We need to build a new life, one we can all be happy in. And I don’t think you’re happy without Nash.”
“Do you really think we can rebuild our family? I hate feeling orphaned.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Kenzi closed her eyes. She pictured the Red Barn in the palms of her hands: the beautiful recaptured wood accents, the distressed receptionist station, the kitchens in the basement, the tasting room, and their family picture behind the bar. She took a deep breath in and blew against the side of the building. It crumbled like dust in her hands, blowing in the universe and turning it all over to God. Whatever would become of Hazel’s was in His hands.
The dust swirled and twisted and then—as clear as the scent of mint in the tasting kitchen—Nash’s face floated before her. His handsomeness never ceased to make her catch her breath, and this time was no exception. If this was how it was meant to be—that she had to give up the thing she thought she wanted most in the world to have Nash—then so be it.
She opened her eyes. “You didn’t happen to see if there were any flights home tonight, did you?”
Lunette tipped her head back and laughed. “No. I need you to watch Hattie so I can go to a meeting at eight.”
Kenzi pranced in place. “Okay, but we’ll get the nanny here and then I’m leaving.”
“You got it.”
