Huntley joined her. She gazed through the heavy glass at the stars. He admired the curve of her jaw and how it flowed gracefully into her neck and down to her breasts. If only he could.... “It’s beautiful,” she said, interrupting his thoughts. “I agree.” When he discovered there was a local sparkling wine, he decided it would be the perfect accompaniment to the chocolate torte and ordered it to be served both before dinner and after. He handed her a glass. “This is from the region. Try it and tell me what you think.” After taking a sip, she grinned. “Extremely nice.” He tasted it as well. Perhaps someday the wine could be put to even better use. “I agree. I wonder if there’s a way to take some with us.” “I could consult with Dalle,” she said. “He should know. He is very good at packing.” “A wonderful idea.” Huntley filled their glasses again. “Caro, were you about to tell me something before we were interrupted?” She took a breath and glanced at him almost hopefully, and then the moment was gone and her eyes dulled.
