“I happen to be particularly fond of acquiring a broad range of vintages. I’ve been told my collection is incomparable.” He lifts the open bottle to examine the label. “Yes, this one is direct from Tuscany and not a bad year, though I prefer the Pinot Noir from that lot.” “I’m afraid I don’t know much about wines besides whether I like one or not, but this one is excellent.” Christiano eyes me as he slowly pours himself a glass. “If you’re not into wine, what do you enjoy, Miss Banetti?” I get the sense his opinion of me hinges on how I answer the next series of questions. No pressure. “I enjoy reading. I’m actually close to finishing up my degree in English literature at St. Joseph’s.” “Is that so? I was under the impression you were living with your parents at Hardwick.” I sip from my gl
