David shrugged and grinned down at her. “She’s just mad because her tasting room looks like an old folks’
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arms swinging easily and their hands almost touching. What had happened this afternoon? She’d been prepared to be furious but then he’d caught her off guard with those cookies. And all of the biking and scouting had turned out to be pretty fun. You’re still in Napa, Maddy reminded herself. “Fun” is relative. Her BlackBerry beeped in her pocket, interrupting her thoughts. She glanced at the screen: Kirsten.
“Hey,” she answered breezily.
“Ohmygod, are you totally miserable?” her friend squealed in her ear.
“We miss you soooo much!” a voice called from the background.
“Tell Morgan I miss her too,” Maddy said. “Yeah, it sucks up here.” Some part of her felt sort of guilty saying that, like she was lying or something. She didn’t look at David. “I’m, um, getting used to it though.”
“Do you—” There was a crash on the other end of the phone and some scuffling. Morgan came on the line, panting a little.
“I told Kirsten I wanted to talk,” she said. “So, have you met any hotties to keep you busy?”
“Um, not really.” She glanced at David, who had already reached the bikes and was fiddling with his lock. Morgan sighed. “Too bad.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll survive, I think.”
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say something. She flapped her hand at him and turned her back quickly. “Look, chica, I have to go—call you later, okay?” She pressed end before Morgan could respond. She walked over to the bikes.
“So, it’s one already,” David said, glancing at his Swiss Army watch. “What’s our next adventure?”
Maddy couldn’t believe how fast the morning had gone, and that she’d actually had a good time. She swung her leg over her bike. “I don’t know about you, but my next adventure is to find some lunch—I’m starving.”
David mounted his bike also and followed her slowly down the road back toward home. “Well,” he said from behind her, “we could go eat at your place, if that’s okay with you.”
Surprised, Maddy turned partly around to look back at him, causing her bike to wobble dangerously. “Um, sure,” she said cautiously. “That’d be okay.”
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Back at the house, Maddy hurriedly peered into the fridge while David was upstairs washing his hands. Tuna salad was too messy. Leftover homemade pizza? Not very appealing—she’d smell like garlic. Then she stopped. Why did it matter if she smelled like garlic or stinky feet or Thierry Mugler Angel, for that matter?
She had just grabbed the jar of Skippy when she heard David’s footsteps thumping down the stairs.
“PB&J?” he asked, eyeing the jar in her hand. The curls at his hairline were damp from washing his face. His skin glowed from the sun and the exertion of the morning. Maddy wondered if he’d somehow brushed his teeth too, because he smelled fresh and minty. She shrugged, frowning at the peanut butter jar. 84
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“I can’t think of anything else.” She took the bread from the stainless-steel bread box on the counter.
“Hmm.” David stared into the fridge. He quickly pulled out a plastic tub of olives, a wedge of hard white cheese with a red rind, and a bowl of radishes. He set everything on the counter and gently took the bread from her hand. Maddy stood in the middle of the floor, staring like an idiot. She shook herself and sat down at the table, watching David inspect the bread.
“Nice sourdough baguette—someone in your house has good taste,” he said, ripping off two big hunks and wrapping them in a paper towel.
“I guess this means you’re making lunch,” Maddy said from her spectator’s seat. David glanced over.
“If you don’t mind . . .”
She held her hands up. “Be my guest.”
He sliced the cheese and radishes and put them in a plastic Tupperware container. Then he searched through the drawers until he found a short, thin knife and chopped the olives into bits, his hands moving quickly and confidently. He mixed the chopped olives with a little olive oil, a squeeze of a lemon from the bowl on the windowsill, and a smashed clove of garlic and spooned the whole mess into another container.
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watching with her mouth hanging open a little. She shut it abruptly and got up.
“Wow,” she managed. “Definitely better than PB&J.”
David grinned at her and started stuffing things into a grocery bag. They grabbed bottles of cold SmartWater from the fridge, and by tacit consent headed out through the vines to the banks of the little stream. For a while after they plopped down on the soft grass and spread out the food, they just chewed quietly, staring straight ahead. Some of the ease of the morning had disappeared, and the silence stretched out until it became a little awkward. Maddy surreptitiously glanced over at David. He was picking through the container of radishes. He flicked one with a brown spot away over his shoulder. Maddy flipped her hair behind her shoulders and took a bite of the thick, chewy bread and tangy cheese. “So, did you grow up around here?” It came out a little snotty-sounding and she winced. But either he didn’t notice or he was pretending not to.
“Yeah—but now I only live here in the summers. During the year, I go to Westside Public in San Francisco.”
“Really? I didn’t know you were from the city.”
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enormous bite of bread and cheese and chewed with his cheeks puffed out.
Maddy dipped into the olive tapenade. “This is really good, by the way,” she told him. “So, do you hate the city or what?”
He looked startled. “No, I love the city. What made you think I hate it?”
“Well, I mean, you really seem to love it up here—
messing around with the shed, riding bikes.”
“You didn’t like the bikes?”
“No! I did! It was fun, but it’s so different back home.”
He shrugged and pressed the top back on the empty container of tapenade. Stretching his long legs out in front of him, he answered, “It is different. But my friends and I bike all the time in the city. There are some amazing trails. I have friends up here, too, but it’s obviously way more fun to go out in the city. Napa doesn’t exactly have a rockin’ nightlife, in case you wondered.”
Maddy giggled. “Hanging out with the cricket on my porch doesn’t count as an awesome night out?”
“Are you kidding? Up here, that would get you on Page Six. But I like all the space up here.” He gestured to the flower-strewn field in front of them and the acres of vines at their backs.
Maddy let out a little snort. “There’s definitely enough of that around here.”
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“Yeah. It’d be nice to have a little more space in our house though.” He took a long drink of water and leaned back on his hands.
“Where do you guys live?” she asked, feeling a little silly for not knowing.
“Stand up for a second.” They both climbed to their feet. Maddy brushed the dried grass off her pants. “Now look over there.” David put his hand on her shoulder and turned her to the left. She started a little and jerked before she could stop herself. David dropped his hand and looked at her curiously. She laughed a little and pretended to brush more grass off her jeans. Why are you acting like a nervous kid, Madeline?
She steadied herself. “What am I looking for?”