He was so easy to steer. A little calculated touch and he was putty in her hands. "Yes, I have a friend in Alba who lets me know each year when the harvest is coming in." She tilted her head and looked thoughtful, then pulled her cell phone out and dialed a number.

After a short conversation with a local restauranteur she managed to order a Vietti 2001 Barolo for delivery. She snapped the phone shut and smiled. "I have been out quite a bit lately. I'd forgotten to pick up something appropriate." She said by way of explanation. Dropping her phone back into her purse, she sat back and looked at him curiously. "So, your crew was not upset about the personal trip?"