I snorted. “Leave it to you to undermine the entire artform of wine making.”
He scoffed. “I have great respect for wine making. I’m just saying it’s not always worth dropping triple digits on a single bottle when a two buck Chuck will get the job done.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. Ryan had always been funny. I hadn’t seen much of his humor since he’d been back, but I supposed I was partially to blame for that, seeing as I was the one being continuously combative with him.
Ryan smiled at me. It was warm and made me shiver. I was careful not to outwardly react.
“So, Henry,” he hesitantly began. “He’s an incredible kid.”
“He is,” I easily agreed, though I was cautious about where he was going with this. “I might be a bit bias, but I think he’s as close to perfect as a kid can get.
