Rhys lifted a skeptical brow but handed the bottle and corkscrew over. When Echo smoothly uncorked the wine and poured it into their glasses, Rhys gave her an appraising glance.
“Useful skill,” he said.
“The worse the day I’ve had, the more useful it gets,” she joked, setting the bottle aside and taking a sip of the wine. It was a bold and fruity Cabernet Sauvignon, and Echo could tell that it was an excellent and expensive vintage.
“You got this from downstairs?” she asked, surprised.
“Ah…” Rhys flashed her another devilish grin. “Actually, I nicked it from Gabriel’s rooms. He always has a fully stocked bar in case he brings a girl home.”
“I can’t judge,” Echo said. “He does have great taste in wine, at least.”
“It’s a world away from the wines I had back in Tighnabruaich. I always
