“Here,” Vin handed Beau a stemless wineglass a third full of dark red wine. “I know you can’t go out to all the tastings, but my grandparents keep a well-stocked cellar here. I brought up a few of my favorites and figured I could give you the virtual tour while we watch car chases and explosions.”
“I’ve never actually had alcohol before,” Beau confessed. He sat gingerly on a sofa that probably cost more than his truck.
Vin blinked. “Really? None at all? I mean, not everyone’s a wine drinker, but I thought everyone cut loose in high school a bit.”
Beau took a swallow and made a face. The thick red tasted like licking leather, tingling sharply against the roof of his mouth, and made his tongue feel strangely swollen. “People pay money for that?”
Vin laughed, friendly and only a little bi
