mused Miles. “Either that or the braised rabbit. What do you think?” “How about both?” Darby grinned as she peered over her menu at Miles. “I promise to try a few bites.” “Terrific. And we’ll need one of the local wines to go along with that.” The waiter materialized and Darby asked for Remy’s signature salad of greens, pear, walnut, and locally produced blue cheese. Miles ordered the rabbit with a side of ravioli, as well as a bottle of Chardonnay from Contento Family Vineyards. “Selena’s wine isn’t on the list, is it?” Miles asked. “No. I think she sold mainly to wine club customers and people who stopped at the vineyard. For a small winery such as Carson Creek, doing business that way makes sense, and can really be quite lucrative.” He buttered a whole grain roll and took a bite. “It certainly seems like she had this business figured out.
