“This came out of a can?” she said when she realized Bret was staring at her, an amused expression on his face. Let him laugh if he wanted to. It wasn’t a crime to be hungry. “Sure did. Got it at the big box store in Asheville the last time I went for supplies. “Well, it’s good.” The wine was good, too. Dorie had been surprised when Bret had brought out the bottle and two glasses. She’d smiled at the images of moose on the tumblers—the glasses were definitely more suited to iced tea or, as in Clancy’s case, a frothy serving of Guinness. Bret held the bottle over Dorie’s glass, but she covered the opening with her hand. “No more for me. I need a clear head to deal with the Donovan men.” He added an inch or two to his own glass. “Oh, come on. You don’t think we’re all that scary, do you?” “No, I guess not.” But this place is.
What do You think about Blue Ridge Hideaway (2013)?
