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one we make. Try it.”
“Say no more.” The wine was cool on my lips, and I let it linger in my mouth a few seconds before swallowing. “Mmm. Delicious. I wish I knew better how to describe it. Soft? Silky?” I took another sip. “God, it’s just so good . Sorry I don’t have better words.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you like it.”
The waiter brought our salads and Lucas set down his glass in favor of his fork, but I wasn’t quite ready to part with mine yet.
“So tell me something about this wine.”
“Well, I don’t know nearly as much as my brothers, and I’m not much into rules about wine, but the first thing any expert would tell you is that this is the wrong wine to have with these salads.”
“Who cares about that? I’m with you—no rules.” After one more sip, I swirled it around in the glass. “But what’s something about it you can teach me?”
“Well, this wine is a Châteauneuf-du-Pape, which can have up to thirteen different varietals—but don’t ask me to name them all.”
“How about just one?”
He thought for a second. “Grenache.”
I nodded. “Good enough.”
As we ate our salads and polished off the bottle of wine, Lucas and I chatted easily about wine, our families, and our childhoods. His mother had been a film actress.
“But she only acted for maybe five, six years before quitting to marry a Count,” he said.
“A Count? Really?”
“Really. Old name, old money. That’s where the vineyard comes from. She had two sons with him before he admitted he preferred men.”
I paused with a bite halfway to my mouth. “No way.”
He nodded. “They stayed good friends, though. He’s a great guy. He and his partner run the vineyard and my mom is a constant guest there in the summertime.” He paused before adding, “With her new husband.”
“What? God, that’s so French. Is the current husband your dad?”
“Nope. My dad was an American musician on a European tour. He met my mom here, fell in love, and left the band to stay and marry her. When I was about six we moved to the U.S. When I was twelve, she decided their affair had run its course and moved back to France. Now she’s married to the tennis pro at her club, who’s ten years younger than she is.”
“Oh. Well, good for her.”
“And for the pro too. He spends his summers sunning himself at the Count’s pool and practicing his serve on the Count’s court.”
“And everyone gets along?”
He shrugged. “Well enough.”
“Where’s your dad now?”
“He works as a studio musician in New York, but he also teaches college classes on music theory.”
I nodded slowly. “Wow. You had quite a childhood. Mine’s boring by comparison.”
“Try me.”
“Well, Mom was a legal secretary, Dad was a lawyer, I was an oopsie. They married but it didn’t work out, and I did the back and forth thing until I graduated from high school. Now my dad is married to another attorney and they have three little girls, and my mom is married to a cardiac surgeon. They live in Chicago, which is a good place for her.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because it’s three hundred miles from me.”
He smiled. “You don’t get along?”
“Well enough, I suppose. But you know what?” I drained the last drop of wine in my glass. “Let’s not talk about her. She stresses me out, and I am feeling amazingly good about life right now.”
He poured the remains of the bottle into our glasses. “Good wine will do that for you.”
“It’s not just the wine.”
Shit, did I say that out loud?
Lucas froze for a moment, eyes locked on mine, the wine bottle still suspended above the table. Finally he set it down. “Oh?”
Heat rushed my face, but I didn’t look away. “Yes. Lucas, this is the best day I’ve had in a long time. In fact, I’d forgotten what it was like to feel this way.”
“What way?”
I lifted my shoulders. “Happy. Carefree. Just…excited about what might come next, even though I have
“Say no more.” The wine was cool on my lips, and I let it linger in my mouth a few seconds before swallowing. “Mmm. Delicious. I wish I knew better how to describe it. Soft? Silky?” I took another sip. “God, it’s just so good . Sorry I don’t have better words.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you like it.”
The waiter brought our salads and Lucas set down his glass in favor of his fork, but I wasn’t quite ready to part with mine yet.
“So tell me something about this wine.”
“Well, I don’t know nearly as much as my brothers, and I’m not much into rules about wine, but the first thing any expert would tell you is that this is the wrong wine to have with these salads.”
“Who cares about that? I’m with you—no rules.” After one more sip, I swirled it around in the glass. “But what’s something about it you can teach me?”
“Well, this wine is a Châteauneuf-du-Pape, which can have up to thirteen different varietals—but don’t ask me to name them all.”
“How about just one?”
He thought for a second. “Grenache.”
I nodded. “Good enough.”
As we ate our salads and polished off the bottle of wine, Lucas and I chatted easily about wine, our families, and our childhoods. His mother had been a film actress.
“But she only acted for maybe five, six years before quitting to marry a Count,” he said.
“A Count? Really?”
“Really. Old name, old money. That’s where the vineyard comes from. She had two sons with him before he admitted he preferred men.”
I paused with a bite halfway to my mouth. “No way.”
He nodded. “They stayed good friends, though. He’s a great guy. He and his partner run the vineyard and my mom is a constant guest there in the summertime.” He paused before adding, “With her new husband.”
“What? God, that’s so French. Is the current husband your dad?”
“Nope. My dad was an American musician on a European tour. He met my mom here, fell in love, and left the band to stay and marry her. When I was about six we moved to the U.S. When I was twelve, she decided their affair had run its course and moved back to France. Now she’s married to the tennis pro at her club, who’s ten years younger than she is.”
“Oh. Well, good for her.”
“And for the pro too. He spends his summers sunning himself at the Count’s pool and practicing his serve on the Count’s court.”
“And everyone gets along?”
He shrugged. “Well enough.”
“Where’s your dad now?”
“He works as a studio musician in New York, but he also teaches college classes on music theory.”
I nodded slowly. “Wow. You had quite a childhood. Mine’s boring by comparison.”
“Try me.”
“Well, Mom was a legal secretary, Dad was a lawyer, I was an oopsie. They married but it didn’t work out, and I did the back and forth thing until I graduated from high school. Now my dad is married to another attorney and they have three little girls, and my mom is married to a cardiac surgeon. They live in Chicago, which is a good place for her.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because it’s three hundred miles from me.”
He smiled. “You don’t get along?”
“Well enough, I suppose. But you know what?” I drained the last drop of wine in my glass. “Let’s not talk about her. She stresses me out, and I am feeling amazingly good about life right now.”
He poured the remains of the bottle into our glasses. “Good wine will do that for you.”
“It’s not just the wine.”
Shit, did I say that out loud?
Lucas froze for a moment, eyes locked on mine, the wine bottle still suspended above the table. Finally he set it down. “Oh?”
Heat rushed my face, but I didn’t look away. “Yes. Lucas, this is the best day I’ve had in a long time. In fact, I’d forgotten what it was like to feel this way.”
“What way?”
I lifted my shoulders. “Happy. Carefree. Just…excited about what might come next, even though I have
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