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“Did you know, wine contains nearly all the essential minerals, antioxidants, and B-vitamins?” He held back his head while he appraised her. “Coincidence?”
“Nope, nothing’s coincidental, but I’ll happily drink to wine’s health benefits.”
“In that case, let’s also drink to its trace minerals: calcium, chloride, chromium, copper, fluoride, iron, magnesium, manganese, molybdenum, phosphorus, potassium, selenium, sodium, sulfur, zinc, and—”
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“Show off.” Enjoying his company, I grinned.
“Another toast?”
“Wine not?”
“Oh, you’re on.” As if tickled by my challenge, he raised his glass. “To wine…liquid therapy.”
I wracked my brain as we clinked and sipped. “In case of emergency”—I held up my glass—“call nine wine wine.”
Smothering a chuckle, he swallowed, then held up his glass. “To making pour decisions.”
“A groaner.”
He glanced at his watch. “We should leave for Rosie’s soon.” Then, a smile twitching at his lips, he raised his glass. “Time to wine down.”
“Let me drink about it and get back to you.” Clinking, I giggled and drained my glass.
A small disk flashed beneath the overhead track lighting as it rolled along the vault’s center aisle.
He retrieved the coin and placed it in my hand. “Where’d this come from?”
I traced my finger over the tapering neck of Liberty. “I don’t remember the last time I saw a Mercury dime.”
“Then keep it as a souvenir.”
“You’re sure? Because if I recall correctly, they’re collectors’ items.”
“A dime isn’t going to make or break me.” He shrugged.
“Thanks.” I dropped it in my pocket as a memento. “I’ll research it later.”
“Before we leave for Rosie’s, would you like a quick tour of the living space?”
“Lead on.” Palm up, I gestured toward the door.
The door opened into an efficiency apartment.
“Home, sweet home. The bath and office are in the back.” He pointed toward two open doors at the far end, then gestured to the mini fridge, bar sink, wall oven, and microwave. “This is the kitchen.”
He made that fabulous meal in this tiny kitchenette?
A white, faux-brick backsplash ran from the counter to the ceiling, and track lighting lit the silver-gray granite countertops from above.
“That’s the formal dining room.” Tongue-in-cheek, he nodded toward the breakfast bar, separating the kitchen area from the seating area. “And this is the master bedroom.” He deadpanned as he pointed to a loveseat facing two armchairs with a coffee table between them.
I glanced about the space. “Where…?”
“It’s a convertible sofa. Nothing fancy, but it’s home.”
“What more do you need?”
