Chapter Eight
Sierra returned a few minutes later, holding an opened bottle of merlot in one hand and a pair of wine glasses in the other. Her movements were relaxed but sexy. Phoenix sighed, and sent her a genuine smile as he admired her approaching.
She poured the wine, set the bottle aside, and slipped into her seat.
“Thank you,” he said.
“For?” Her eyebrows shot up.
“Everything.” He sent her a sideways smile as he lifted his glass and tapped it against hers. After the toast, they both took a sip. Then he continued, “This is good, but you should have picked one of the pricier labels from the Rondé Winery.”
“This vintage earned a couple of prestigious awards last year, which is why Bijon asked me to order some to serve here at the resort. According to him, it pairs well with the st
