“I had a wonderful time,” I said. “The private tour was fascinating. I didn’t know all that stuff about growing grapes and making wine. Did you?” The golden wine swirled in my wine glass, releasing notes of apricot and honey.
Kurt watched me with his eyes twinkling and a smile played on his face.
“I mean I had no idea. It was just so cool. How did you arrange it? Did you just call and flash your credit card at them?” I hadn’t seen Kurt pull out his wallet for one thing this afternoon. The limo ride, the private wine tour, the tasting, and now dinner.
He sipped at the wine in his glass. “He’s a friend from college. I am paying them if you are worried about it.” He winked at me.
I blushed, embarrassed to be caught worried about something like that. He was right. This experience had been
