Chapter Twenty Nine

“It was amazing,” I answered, “thank you.”

“Indeed,” he said. “Truly wonderful, as always.”

“The main course is salmon,” she said, “freshly caught and baked with herbs. Beside it you will find hand-made garlic mashed potatoes and green beans.”

“Ah, this looks excellent,” he said, his voice smooth with appreciation. “And the wine?”

I heard a cork pop, and liquid being poured. “This is a ’96 pinot gris,” Rebecca said. “It is from the winery in France.” She said this last part as if describing something he would be familiar with.

“Ah, perfect,” he said. His next words were addressed to me. “I own several wineries throughout the world, one of which is in Alsace-Lorraine. While I own it, I made sure the original family continues to run it, seeing as they have been making wine there for more generations than I can number.”

He took my hand in his, and pressed a wine glass into my palm. I curled my fingers around it, brought it to my nose, and sniffed. “I don’t know much about wine,” I admitt