“Ah.” She paused for a moment, watching as he moved farther down the row, inspecting a different plant. “Nasim, do you really know how to make wine?”
The question appeared to amuse him, because he turned back toward her, a smile pulling at his lips. “Not really,” he admitted. “I suppose I thought I’d figure it out somehow. But it turns out I don’t need to puzzle my way through it, because when I was going over the property, I found all the winemaker’s notes in a binder in the office here. I don’t know why he didn’t keep that information in a computer, but it’s definitely better that it was written down on paper. We djinn have many powers, but hacking someone’s passwords isn’t among them.”
That made some sense, although his admission surprised Bailey a little. She would have thought djinn
