CHEESE, WINE AND THE PERFECT CRIME
Cheese and red wine was a sublime combination. And a crackling log fire radiating its fingers of warmth through a room of wood, stone and iron perfected the scene.
The shiraz had legs – sexy legs. The runs on the inside of the wide-bellied glass drew the eye to the backdrop: a spreading puddle of red on the floor, between the hearth and black sheepskin rug. The texture was thicker, the red more rust-hued, than the wine that dribbled from the prostrate bottle still trembling on the flagstones. Next to the bottle lay a glass, also overturned, both somehow unbroken.
She let a swallow of wine weave its path over her tongue, coat her throat with dark berries and spices, then slide into her depths, leaving her mouth full of black pepper. A nibble from the we
