They were still watching her as she replaced her glass.
‘Nice, isn’t it, Audra?’
‘“Nice” isn’t the first word that comes to mind,’ she said. ‘“Exquisite” suits it better,’ she added and meant it. She looked at Quin in surprise, who nodded his head.
‘It is, isn’t it?’ he said. ‘Very special.’
‘Where’s it from?’ Audrey was still savouring the aftertaste.
‘It’s local,’ Quin said.
‘It’s Nonno’s,’ Dion added.
‘Beppe’s?’ she said, amazed and wondered what other talents he had. She thought of his enthusiasm for the bulbs in the box she had given him and wondered what he planned.
‘He’s struck gold this time,’ Quin said. ‘Hopefully, he can reproduce it.’
‘Red wine would have been more... appropriate... Is that right, Quin? With lamb? Nonno’s working on one,’ Dion said, then added, ‘Audra,
