“To unexpected meetings,” he said.
Taking the glass, I replied, “I’ll drink to that,” and sipped at the wine. A dark rush went over my palate, tasting of warm fruit ripened on sandy hillsides. Damn, that was good.
He drank as well, and got an approving look on his face. I made a mental note to have Nina choose my wines whenever possible.
“So,” I said, after we’d wandered back into the living room, “The DaVinci Code, huh?”
“Are you mocking my choice in reading material?”
“Um…yes.”
“I suppose it does seem a bit odd.” He lifted the glass to his lips and took another swallow of wine. “But the inaccuracies amuse me.”
My stomach decided that particular moment was a great time to growl. Loudly. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and hoped he hadn’t heard.
But of course he had. “Hungry?”
