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He shrugs as he pours our wine. “I’m in a good mood. I have the next five days off, and I’m spending them with a beautiful woman. Can you blame me for being upbeat?” He hands me a glass and takes a long sip from his own before making a face. “Oh, hell.”

I frown. “What?”

He wipes the back of his mouth with his hand. “Jake’s trying to make wine. This is his first batch, and . .