Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty Seven
"Actually, I came to talk to you." he said.
"About?"
"I think I would like to open the wine first. In fact, I think I would like to finish at least one glass before I begin."
Emma went to the cupboard and pulled out two cut crystal wineglasses. "Pour away." she said.
He found the opener on the first try, and removed the cork with the grace of a sommelier. Before she could truly start to panic, he poured them each a glass.
"To … possibilities," he said, holding his up.
"All rightie then," she said, finishing the toast with a clink of crystal. She took a sip. Her tongue did the happy dance, which led to the second and third sips.
"My God, this is fabulous." she said.
"Yeah it is."
She blinked at him. Wondering what he wanted to say.
"Don't look at me that way." he said.
"I'm not looking at you any way. Except curiously. Come take a seat".
"After you."