Chapter 10
- Liam
- In the kitchen I slip off my jacket and open the wine fridge. A sauvignon blanc would be a good icebreaker. Pulling out a serviceable Pouilly-Fumé, I watch Aria peer through the balcony doors at the view. When she turns and walks toward the kitchen I ask if she'd be happy with the wine I've selected.
- "I know nothing about wine, Liam. I'm sure it will be fine." She sounds subdued.