Page 46 of Blue Hawaiian
But that schmoozing had sealed the deal, especially when Connor had wielded his charm to convince the independent owners they belonged with Blackwood Cellars.
“I worked hard on that project,” Connor said. “And I’ve come up with other ideas, too. But you always shoot them down.”
“Anyone can come up with a great idea,” Darren said. “You don’t have the follow-through.”
Their father gestured at Connor with his highball glass. “Work ethic aside, there’s also the matter of your personal life. Think of all the weekends you’ve spent getting drunk and screwing every two-bit slut in the Temecula Valley, only to show up hungover on Monday morning. You’re an embarrassment to the family.”
The accusations hit their mark, making Connor recall the numerous times he’d been called into his father’s office. Standing there, shamefaced, while enduring the old man’s anger. But if he wanted to move past those memories, he needed to focus on the present.
“I know I was like that when I started. But I’ve changed. I haven’t messed up once this year. I’m trying to be responsible.”
“If you’re so responsible, why’d you bail on us yesterday?” Darren asked. “You cut out on brunch and golf, all so you could dick around with your ex-girlfriend.”
Connor wouldn’t apologize for taking the day off. Not when his trip to Hana had given him the chance to reconnect with Jess. But he should have considered how his family would react.
“Seriously, Darren?” Victoria said. “This is our vacation. We’re entitled to a little free time. Besides, you hate playing golf with Connor. You think he’s too slow.”
“At least he doesn’t stop the game every five minutes to post on Instagram,” Darren said. “Oh,look at me. I hit a hole in one.”
“You’re just jealous, asshole,” she spat back.
Enough. If Darren and Victoria started arguing, Connor would never get in a free word. He addressed his father. “I didn’t mean to let the family down. But right now, can we focus on my proposal? I’m serious about this winery business.”
“Are you? Then why’d you limit yourself to a two-year plan? Because that’s a guaranteed recipe for failure.”
For the first time that night, Connor allowed himself a glimmer of hope. Even if he hadn’t solidified his long-range plans, he’d discussed them with Tom and Reb. “I figured it was enough to give you an overview. But I can provide more information if you want. New projects, possible partnerships, plans for the restaurant, the whole deal. If I send you a five-year plan, would you consider it?”
His father said nothing, swirling the remaining scotch in his glass.
Darren spoke up, like the tool he was. “Don’t fall for it. Connor’s full of shit. If he’s on his own, he’ll tank within a year. Why should you have to pay for it?”
Connor hated how weak his voice sounded, but he had to make a final attempt. “Dad? Could you give me another chance?”
His father shook his head. “You’ve had plenty of chances, and you’ve blown them all.”
Connor drained the rest of his scotch and stood up. “Then I guess we’re done. ’Night, all.” He kept his expression stone-faced, not wanting to reveal how deeply his father’s words had cut into him. He strode away from the bar, eager to put some distance between them.
“Connor, wait.”
Victoria stumbled as she attempted to catch up to him—no surprise, given her ridiculously high heels. He caught her arm. “Careful.”
“I can ask Ben if he’d give you a loan. His dad’s loaded.”
“Don’t bother. That’s a hell of a thing to ask your fiancé.”
“Then I’ll ask around. I know a lot of people with money. Sorority sisters from UCLA. Prep school friends. I’ve got connections. Maybe a few of them would be up for funding an artisanal winery, started by a hot, young maverick.” She shuddered. “Not thatIthink you’re hot, but my friends certainly do.”
He felt a rush of gratitude. “That means a lot. But Dad will be pissed if you help me.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve done worse, and he still hasn’t cut me off.”
“That’s different. And it wasn’t your fault.”
“Not the way he saw it.” She looked behind her to where the two men remained seated. “Dad might come around eventually. I think you should send him your five-year plan, like you told him.”
As much as he appreciated her optimism, he couldn’t share it. Even if Victoria had screwed up once before, she’d spent years playing the role of the perfect daughter. “Why? He’s not going to read it.”
“He might. I can try talking to him tomorrow. Or I’ll get Mom to talk to him.” Victoria gave him a sweet smile. “You know Mom’s always had a soft spot for you.”
