Silver Screen Romance

“What?” Davia feigned an affronted look. “Don’t I look like a beer connoisseur?”

“No.” Kale didn’t blink when he gave the response unapologetically.

Davia took no offence and simply laughed. “It was just a funny idea some friends from college kicked around one night. One night long after college.” She laughed softer then. “We’d gotten together for drinks. The bartender gave us all funny looks when we passed on the wine. From there, the conversation took hold.

“We researched the idea. Then we actually thought we might be on to something and figured what the hell? Thanks.” She accepted the bottle from Kale.

“Anyway, we all got very devoted to making it a reality. That while devoting time to our real jobs.”

Kale’s rich laughter filled the cabin. “Wonder what the bartender would think if he could see you guys now?”

“I think his bar was one of the first places to start carrying the beer.” Davia raised her bottle to Kale in a mock toast before she took a swig. “I haven’t thought about that night in so long,” she said after they’d imbibed silently for a few moments. “The bartender didn’t even try to hide his surprise. I mean, why would he? We were a group of Cali girls out for a night on the town, so obviously wine would be on the menu.”

“Obviously.” Kale chugged down another swallow of the brew.

Davia sighed. “I guess it’s good to know I’m not the only one with the capacity to misjudge people.”

“Can I ask you something?” Kale said after another few moments of silence had passed. “How’d you figure out or how’d you...come to the conclusion that me and Tella...that we’d slept together? Did she say something to give you the idea there was or could’ve been something like that going on?”

“No, not really.” Davia straightened, pushing out of her comfortable position on the loungechair. She appeared suddenly stressed. “It was nothing like that.”

“So?” he prodded. “What was it?” He held the bottle poised while waiting on her answer.

Davia didn’t seem in much of a hurry to provide one. “When she sold to someone in pretty much the same business that I was in, I just...figured it had to be about that. I mean...I could’ve matched your offer, Kale. Could’ve beaten it.” She shrugged. “I just assumed you’d offered something I couldn’t match.”

Kale appeared thoroughly intrigued. He sat with his elbows to his knees. The bottle hung between his fingers and was almost totally forgotten. “But why would you think it had to be that and not that she was just too proud to sell to you?”

Davia helped herself to another swig of the frosty lager and realized he wasn’t going to let the conversation end until she confessed all. She decided to just say it and be done with it. “Kale, have you ever looked at yourself?”

He straightened, total bewilderment taking hold of his features. “Looked at myself?”

Davia only watched him. Patiently, she waited for her words to click. She almost smiled when he blinked as awareness began to dawn on him. She looked on in complete appreciation of the adorable element the reaction brought to his gorgeous features.

“Oh,” he said.

“Yeah.” Davia nodded succinctly and then gave in to her need for a smile.

“Should I be flattered?” he queried in a slow, uncertain manner.

“You wouldn’t be if you knew what I was thinking about you.” Davia enjoyed a swallow of the full-bodied beer.

“Wow.” Kale spoke the word reverently while stroking his smooth, strong jaw. “Guess I’ve now got some idea how women must feel when we men make assumptions based on their looks.”

“Well,” Davia sighed, watching the bottle while swirling the liquid inside, “if it makes you feel any better, it’s my first time making that kind of assumption about a man.”

“Any reason why I lucked out?” Once again, Kale seemed completely bewildered.

Davia couldn’t hold back her laughter over his cluelessness. She raised her hand as if about to offer a testimony. “Somebody get this man a mirror,” she groaned.

Chapter 5 (#u11d3f8b8-d5a5-5f54-b6d4-953f007d3c02)

Mullins, Iowa

It was approaching dusk when Kale and Davia arrived from California. A dark, roomy SUV sat idling outside the hangar where Kale’s plane had been directed upon landing. Once the flight assistants had stored their luggage in the back of the vehicle, Kale and Davia were on their way to Mullins. The area was a wonderland blanketed beneath thick drifts of snow. The town was located about forty minutes outside the airport in Des Moines. Utilizing the built-in navigation system, they found the Waverly Bed-and-Breakfast with relative ease.

“Wow.” The expression followed Davia’s initial gasp when Kale pulled to a stop at the inn’s wide, brick driveway.

Kale appeared equally impressed as he put the vehicle in park. “You think the rest of the town looks like this?” he asked.

Waverly Bed-and-Breakfast was the first stop when entering Mullins from the west. The place was a stately three-story building of stone, brick and glass. Golden light beamed from practically every wide window that adorned each level, giving the place the look of a gleaming oasis amid some dark, unfathomable expanse.

Kale and Davia just had time to trade prompt, approving glances before the red double doors on the front porch opened. A man and woman stepped out, waving to Kale and Davia. The woman moved further out onto the wraparound porch and urged the guests forward while the man headed toward their SUV.

“Here goes,” Kale said as he left the truck.

Davia put a resolved smile in place as she exited the passenger side.

Kale and Davia’s expressions were decidedly brighter by the time they shook hands with the ginger-haired Caucasian man who approached the SUV.

“Barrett Waverly.” The man extended a hand and offered a generous smile that reached his pale green eyes.

Kale introduced himself as he accepted the handshake.

Davia did the same. “This is a beautiful place, Mr. Waverly.”

“Thanks so much, Ms. Sands. We’re proud of it.”

Smiling, Davia shook her head. “Please, it’s Davia.”

Barrett Waverly’s smile widened. “And you can call me Barry.” He squeezed her hand between both of his and then glanced back toward the inn. “You should go on inside and get warmed up. My wife’s ready to pamper you with your favorite drink.” Releasing Davia’s hand, he motioned to the SUV. “Help you with the bags, Mr. Asante?”

“It’s Kale, please. And, yes, by all means.” Kale took Barrett’s hand in another hearty shake.

The men launched into friendly conversation while Davia carefully made her way toward the house. Though the brick drive appeared dry and well-treated, she still entertained the thought of black ice meeting the spiky heels of her boots.

The woman waiting on the porch had Davia’s complexion and a petite, curvy build. She greeted Davia before offering her hand to shake. “I’m impressed,” the woman said. “The last time I took that driveway in heels like that...it was the last time I took that driveway in heels like that!”

Davia laughed as she shook the woman’s hand. “I thought this might be a good test of my stiletto-wearing ability,” she said.

The woman threw her head back to laugh. “I believe it’s safe to say you passed.” She dropped her free hand over the one still clutched inside Davia’s. “Estelle Waverly. You already met my husband, Barry.”

“Yes. I was telling him how beautiful your place is.” Davia cast another look up at the house.

“Let me show you around.” Estelle kept hold of Davia’s hand. “This is where Barry grew up,” she explained as they entered the main hall. “When we moved back, we had the place completely remodeled and converted it to the inn.”

“So you’re not from here?” Davia asked when Estelle released her hand. She watched the woman rush over to stoke the fire in the enormous hearth at the back of the great room they’d just entered.

“I’m not. Barry and I met and married in Seattle.” Estelle stood in front of the hearth satisfied when the fire was once again burning high and bright.