darted through the pantry stocked with supplies. A new washer and dryer had been installed in there. The pantry was big enough to be a master bedroom. Beyond it she found the bathroom Alex had upgraded. It wasn’t quite as large as the one upstairs, but it had every accoutrement.
The tiles covering the walls and ceiling were the same as the ones lining the counters in the kitchen. Each was an original and had been hand-painted on a cream background to depict grapes, apples, pears, all the fruits probably grown on the estate.
Continually charmed by everything she saw, Dana was in a daze when she returned to the kitchen. She’d been gone so long, Alex had already put their meal on the table. He was standing next to one end with a bottle of wine in his hand.
“Sorry I got detained, but the tiles were so adorable I had to study them.”
“Now that I’m getting to know you better, I find that entirely understandable. Sit down and I’ll serve you.” As she took her place, he uncorked it and poured the pale gold liquid into their glasses.
Their eyes met. “Is this a special wine?”
“It is now.” His deep voice sounded more like a purr. He sat down opposite her and lifted his glass. “To us. May our unexpected month together hold many more pleasant surprises.”
He’d just laid down the ground rules. She wasn’t to read more into that kiss than he’d intended. After the month was over, this season of enchantment would come to an end. She smiled through her distress at the thought and clinked her glass against his. “To you, monsieur. May you outlive any regrets for your magnanimity.”
With her emotions in turmoil, she forgot and drank her wine like it was water. Too late she realized her mistake and tried to recover without him noticing, but it wasn’t possible considering she was choking. His dark brown eyes smiled while he munched on a croissant. “When you’re able to speak again, tell me how you find your wine.”
Embarrassed, Dana cleared her throat. “It’s sweet like the one we had the other night, but it’s not the same domaine, is it? This time I tasted honey.”
“That’s very discerning of you. When you seemed to enjoy the one we had at the Hermitage, I bought this bottle for you to try. It’s another Layon wine called Chaume from the Domaine des Forges. I’m told it’s the sweetest of all.”
She got this fluttery feeling in her chest. Anxious not to appear disturbed by him, she bit into the quiche he’d warmed for them. It wasn’t just his words, but the way he said them. Here she’d promised herself not to get carried away, but being alone with him like this caused her to think many forbidden thoughts.
“You were very thoughtful to do that. Now that I’ve sampled both, it makes me wonder what the Belles Fleurs wine tasted like.”
“We’ll never know…” His voice trailed. “Every bottle has disappeared from the wine cellar. I suppose there are a few connoisseurs who bought them up. They might still have them stored in their wine cellars for a special occasion. Good dessert wines can last for decades.”
“It seems so sad there’s no more wine being made from the grapes grown on your property.”
He stared at her, deep in concentration. “I’m afraid I’m not a vintner. It’s a whole other world that requires the best oenologist you can hire. A wine expert doesn’t come cheap, nor a vintner and crew.”
“What do you suppose happened to the records kept by the vintners of this estate?”
“I have no idea. Possibly they’re hiding in one of the tons of boxes holding the contents of the library. You haven’t seen that room yet. It’s in the right wing next to the music room.”
After she finished off her quiche, she asked, “Are the books upstairs with the furniture?”
“They’re in one of the third floor turret rounds.”
She peeled an orange and ate several sections as she digested what he’d told her. “Alex—aren’t you curious about them? About the history of this place?”
He ate some cheese before swallowing the rest of his wine. “Not particularly.”
“Why?” When he didn’t immediately answer her, she felt terrible. It was clear he didn’t want to talk about his family’s past. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. It’s none of my business.”
Unable to sit there any longer, she jumped up and started clearing the table.
“Leave it, Dana.”
Ignoring his edict, she took everything over to the sink. “I want to make myself useful before I go upstairs.”
“You’re tired then?”
“Yes.” She seized on the opening he’d given her. “You must be, too, considering how early you get up and the exhausting labor you do every day.” She found detergent to wash their plates and glasses.
Her heart skipped a beat when he joined her with a towel to dry them. Soon she had the table wiped off and the kitchen cleaned up. They were both standing at the counter.
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