But….
Jillian picked up her wine glass and took a large swallow. This was a darker, heavier red than the merlot they’d had the night before. She wondered where he’d gotten it. From the stores at The Hollar, the restaurant across the street? Or had he reached out much farther than that, to the abandoned wine shops and wine tasting rooms in Albuquerque, only some thirty miles away?
All she did know was that he couldn’t have gotten it from anywhere in Santa Fe.
“It is very beautiful here,” she said, her tone as neutral as she could make it. “Or at least certain parts of it. You probably wouldn’t find the Sahara Desert quite as inviting.”
“No,” he agreed. “And I doubt it will ever be settled again. There is far too much land available in the more hospitable places in the world.”
Yes, that
