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college?
That’s one area we haven’t covered yet.”
    “Yes. But not now. Much later.”
    “Oh. Okay.” Blue spoke softly, trying to
hide her disappointment.  
    “At the end of your research phase, I will
take you personally on a few formal wine tastings.”
    “Oh,” was all she could say. What was wrong
with her? She was usually way more coherent and talkative than she was now.
Holy cow! This man had some bewitching effect on her.
    “You will have all the information you need
in good time.”
    She gushed. “I understand.” Her lips felt
dry again and she nervously ran her tongue over her top lip.
    “Can I get you a drink, Miss Monroe?”
    “No, thank you.” I’m just having difficulty thinking right now.
    “You seemed to be very talkative when you
worked at Channel 31 News.”
    “Oh. I’m just a little…”
    “Nervous?”
    “No. Trying to make sense of things. We
have only two more months to put this entire film project together and it
doesn’t leave us much time really. There’s editing and mixing to do during
production once I’ve got all the raw footage filmed.”
    “I know that.” He paused for a moment and
opened his sweet lips as if he were going to add something else but decided
against it.
    She had already spoken to him about what
she had completed so far and he seemed pleased. A bonus in
her books.
    “Earlier, you were asking about some
statistics on the wine business,” he said, seemingly changing the subject.
    “Oh, yes. I was impressed with the
numbers.” She reached into her binder and pulled out some sheets of paper. “It
says here that the Canadian Wine and Grape Industry contributes $6.8 billion in
economic impact to the Canadian economy alone. That’s…very impressive!”
    “Yes. We do our part.” He was sounding
modest, but also unimpressed. Why? Did money mean nothing to this man who had
an abundance of everything possible—including good genes?
    “The wine industry is responsible for
creating more than 31,000 jobs,” Zack continued, holding her gaze. “We provide
employment in manufacturing, agriculture, tourism, research, retail and even
medicine.”
    “Medicine?” she queried, incredulously. Blue
had never thought about winery and medicine mixing. She was learning something
new. She loved learning new things every day in her line of work.
    It pleased Blue that she was beginning to
feel more relaxed and more comfortable around Zack again. She knew why. They
remained focused on work again. Only work.
    Once she stayed focused on only work—and
only work, she was not focused on how hard and long Zack’s erection could
possibly be. And she was not imagining Zack in all his glorious nakedness. Blue
saw pictures of him online in nothing but swim trunks after paparazzi had
captured images of him swimming at the beach. She had to focus, after all. She
had debts from her parents’ untimely deaths to settle. She had a sister’s
college tuition to pay in the fall. She had to survive for her sister and her own
sake.
    “Yes, we turn surplus grapes into surgical
spirits.”
    “Surgical spirits?” Blue repeated,
scribbling her notes in long hand.
    “Yes. We send our surplus grapes to
distilleries to be turned into surgical spirits and industrial alcohol used in
detergents and medicines.”
    “Awesome! I really don’t think the general
public knows this.”
    “You can get the quote on video later when
I am interviewed at the end.”
    “So, will you continue to teach at the
college?”  
    “Well, I’m a guest lecturer for this
semester. I’ll have to see how it goes.”
    “How do you like it so far?”
    “I enjoy sharing whatever knowledge I have
with eager minds that have a thirst for knowledge.”
    “Nice,” she said, writing ferociously on
her notepad while Zack continued to survey her. Aware that she was holding her
breath, she inhaled deeply.
    “Are you okay?”
    “I’m good. I think I have enough to go on
for now. I’ll work with Venus again and