Chapter Eight
At seven a.m. Veronica bounded down the stairs, planning to make breakfast. Robert was on the phone in the den, nodding her away when she tried to interrupt the conversation. Okay, let him stew if he didn’t like his breakfast, she thought. She was making protein shakes and that was all he’d get. Saved her a sink of dirty dishes to clean.
When Robert joined her in the kitchen, he hardly noticed the tall glass of blended fruit and milk, and protein powder.
“You have plans today?”
“Sure. Run the beach, and if the sun comes out, I’m going to work on my tan. If not, I’m off to Santa Rosa to shop.”
“I have a better idea.”
“What’s that?”
“James needs someone to go to France and work with our vineyard there for a few weeks. Their sales are down and we think the new rep needs
