Chapter Seven
Just as I was getting ready to open the second bottle, Rachel appeared next to me. She pressed a kiss on my cheek, chuckling as she did. "I see you've already started?"
"Just preparing our mouths."
My mate snorted. "You do realise that tasting doesn't mean drinking a bunch of different wines, right?"
I stared at her, just as confused as when reading the French from the label. "You've lost me."
"You're supposed to smell it first, take a sip, swirl it around to enjoy the bouquet, and spit it back out."
I gasped. "Spit out the wine? Sacrilege." I hugged the bottle and stroked the neck. "Don't be scared, I'll protect you from the big, bad spitter."
Rachel's mouth quirked but she refused to smile.
Challenge accepted.
"Spitting is bad, Rachel." I nodded earnestly. "Just as
