He chuckled. “No, not that I know of. But considering the folks that are attracted to living here…”
She blew out a breath. “Whew. You scared me for a minute.”
“Sorry, so go back to the weird story.”
“Yeah. They tried mixing some of the wine with the whiskey and it didn’t go well. As Nathan put it…ick, never mind.”
“So, Nathan knew about it too? Did anyone bother to tell Jules?”
“Apparently he discovered it on his own and dismantled it.”
“Good. Seems like it could have been more than a legal hazard.”
“Yeah, but they’re back to square one. But Morgaine had a psychic flash and knows how to make it now. They have to make their own wine and add a little of the vampire cure to it. If it ferments together, the whole bottle becomes the curative stuff.”
“Doesn’t it get diluted though?”
“Not really. It’s like sourdough bread in that way.”
Jason’s brows knit. “Huh? I don’t bake, sweetheart.”
She chuckled. “Oh, yeah. Well, it’s the same principle. If you add a little of the old mixture to the new, it keeps it going.”
“And going and going and going?”
“Exactly.”
“And you wanted to ask me something. No, let me guess. You want to know if they can set up a winery in the basement.”
She grinned and batted her eyelashes at him.
“Oh, man. I know you so well.”
“Not a whole winery. It turns out that making wine for your own consumption is easy and legal. And it isn’t as dangerous as a still would be.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“So, do they have your permission to make the wine and store it in the basement? According to Gwyneth the cool temperature down there is ideal.”
He leaned over and rested his head in his hands. “Will I ever be able to say ‘no’ to you?”
“Maybe if you don’t love me anymore.”
“Then I’m doomed. Because that’s never going to happen.”
She leaned over him and hugged his back. “Good.”
He sat up and gave her a forward-facing hug. Then he leaned back and looked her in the eye. “You said there were a couple of things…”
“Gwyneth told me something about Jules that was a little upsetting.”
“Yeah? What?”
“Well, Gwyneth said Morgaine suspects Jules of falsifying his resume. As Gwyneth put it, ‘He couldn’t fix a sink with a bottle of Draino.’”
“Oh, boy.” Jason rose and began to pace. “It’s a little late to check his references now, isn’t it?”
“Did he give any references other than your uncle Ralph?”
