Read Online So Good: A Ribbon Ridge Novel (Love on the Vine Book 1) by Darcy Burke - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Darcy Burke
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Cam knew she was cool. And smart. And attractive in so many ways that went far beyond her looks.
“Oh, I love this!” Brooke exclaimed as she moved toward the massive fire pit they’d just installed last month. She looked around. “Is this for guests? I don’t see an easy access point.”
Hayden put his sunglasses on. “For now, it’s just for us, but we’ll eventually add stairs from the upper deck and another deck, then more stairs leading down here. We may have evening dinners out here—but that’s down the road.”
Cam walked to the pit where she stood. “We reclaimed the brick from the house before we demolished it.”
“House?” Brooke asked.
“There was a mid-century ranch, which Hayden and Bex lived in for a while. We’d planned to use it for something, but it had…problems.”
“The extensive dry rot and the leaking pipes were problems. The rodent infestation was catastrophic.” Hayden shuddered.
Brooke made a face that clearly transmitted what she thought of that—disgusting. “Oh dear.”
“Unsalvageable as a whole, unfortunately, but we saved what we could.”
Hayden nodded. “Some of the wood will be used for the bar in the tasting room.”
“That’s so cool that you reused stuff.”
“Especially this brick,” Cam said. “It predates that ranch house, even. When we went to pull the brick out, we found one buried near the foundation with the year 1879 and the initials BNR.”
“That’s cool. What does it mean?”
Hayden grinned. “No idea. But my sister-in-law Alaina is on it. She and her BFF are history nerds, and they’ve been working on establishing a Ribbon Ridge museum.”
“That’s so neat. I’d totally go to that.” She froze for a moment. “Wait a second. Is that Alaina Pierce? I just remembered she’s married to one of the Archers.”
Alaina was one of the world’s most famous actresses, despite doing only a supporting role in a single film during the past two years. She’d been too busy being a newlywed and a mom.
Hayden laughed. “Yeah, that’s her. She’s completely down-to-earth. She’s just another Ribbon Ridger now.”
Brooke glanced between them. “Huh. How long does the indoctrination take? I mean, I’ve only been here a month or so.”
Hayden looked at Cam and shrugged. “Dunno.”
“Being a Ribbon Ridger is a state of mind. Time’s got nothing to do with it,” Cam said. “There’s a distinct pride that comes in living and working here.”
“What makes it so special?” she asked.
Cam tried to think of something specific—maybe the annual Ribbon Ridge Festival, which had taken place a couple of weeks ago—but there were too many intangibles. For him, it was the only home he’d ever known, and it was the only home he ever wanted. “Did you go to the Ribbon Ridge Festival?”
“I did. It was great.”
Cam wondered why he hadn’t seen her, but it was a widely attended event, drawing more and more people from the Portland metropolitan area every year. It was silly to think he’d pick her out of a crowd. Except now he knew he absolutely could.
“It’s gotten kind of commercial in the past decade or so,” Cam said, “but the festival started way back in the nineteenth century. They had horse racing, dancing, and even a quilting bee.”
“Sounds like something that museum you mentioned should highlight. Maybe you can bring some of that back next year.”
Cam suddenly wondered why no one ever had. “That’s a great idea. Hayden and I’ll get right on that.”
Hayden chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Right after we launch our wines, not to mention everything else on our plates.”
“Good point. Sounds like a job for Alaina and Crystal, though.” Cam looked toward Brooke. “Crystal’s her friend.”
“I figured. Maybe I’ll offer to give them a hand. Sounds fun. And maybe it’ll help me earn my Ribbon Ridge Club Card.”
Cam let out a bark of laughter. “We totally need those. We’ll
Cam knew she was cool. And smart. And attractive in so many ways that went far beyond her looks.
“Oh, I love this!” Brooke exclaimed as she moved toward the massive fire pit they’d just installed last month. She looked around. “Is this for guests? I don’t see an easy access point.”
Hayden put his sunglasses on. “For now, it’s just for us, but we’ll eventually add stairs from the upper deck and another deck, then more stairs leading down here. We may have evening dinners out here—but that’s down the road.”
Cam walked to the pit where she stood. “We reclaimed the brick from the house before we demolished it.”
“House?” Brooke asked.
“There was a mid-century ranch, which Hayden and Bex lived in for a while. We’d planned to use it for something, but it had…problems.”
“The extensive dry rot and the leaking pipes were problems. The rodent infestation was catastrophic.” Hayden shuddered.
Brooke made a face that clearly transmitted what she thought of that—disgusting. “Oh dear.”
“Unsalvageable as a whole, unfortunately, but we saved what we could.”
Hayden nodded. “Some of the wood will be used for the bar in the tasting room.”
“That’s so cool that you reused stuff.”
“Especially this brick,” Cam said. “It predates that ranch house, even. When we went to pull the brick out, we found one buried near the foundation with the year 1879 and the initials BNR.”
“That’s cool. What does it mean?”
Hayden grinned. “No idea. But my sister-in-law Alaina is on it. She and her BFF are history nerds, and they’ve been working on establishing a Ribbon Ridge museum.”
“That’s so neat. I’d totally go to that.” She froze for a moment. “Wait a second. Is that Alaina Pierce? I just remembered she’s married to one of the Archers.”
Alaina was one of the world’s most famous actresses, despite doing only a supporting role in a single film during the past two years. She’d been too busy being a newlywed and a mom.
Hayden laughed. “Yeah, that’s her. She’s completely down-to-earth. She’s just another Ribbon Ridger now.”
Brooke glanced between them. “Huh. How long does the indoctrination take? I mean, I’ve only been here a month or so.”
Hayden looked at Cam and shrugged. “Dunno.”
“Being a Ribbon Ridger is a state of mind. Time’s got nothing to do with it,” Cam said. “There’s a distinct pride that comes in living and working here.”
“What makes it so special?” she asked.
Cam tried to think of something specific—maybe the annual Ribbon Ridge Festival, which had taken place a couple of weeks ago—but there were too many intangibles. For him, it was the only home he’d ever known, and it was the only home he ever wanted. “Did you go to the Ribbon Ridge Festival?”
“I did. It was great.”
Cam wondered why he hadn’t seen her, but it was a widely attended event, drawing more and more people from the Portland metropolitan area every year. It was silly to think he’d pick her out of a crowd. Except now he knew he absolutely could.
“It’s gotten kind of commercial in the past decade or so,” Cam said, “but the festival started way back in the nineteenth century. They had horse racing, dancing, and even a quilting bee.”
“Sounds like something that museum you mentioned should highlight. Maybe you can bring some of that back next year.”
Cam suddenly wondered why no one ever had. “That’s a great idea. Hayden and I’ll get right on that.”
Hayden chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Right after we launch our wines, not to mention everything else on our plates.”
“Good point. Sounds like a job for Alaina and Crystal, though.” Cam looked toward Brooke. “Crystal’s her friend.”
“I figured. Maybe I’ll offer to give them a hand. Sounds fun. And maybe it’ll help me earn my Ribbon Ridge Club Card.”
Cam let out a bark of laughter. “We totally need those. We’ll
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