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room.”
    I fumbled with my things and pulled out a recorder. He stood up immediately.
    “No. No recording devices and no pictures. Just notes. I was told Jerry was aware of this.”
    “I’m sorry, I just don’t want to misquote you.”
    “Then don’t screw up your notes.”
    Geez, this guy goes from inappropriate ass to stick-up-his- ass in two seconds.
    Susan walked in and announced, “The tasting room is ready for you whenever you want to head over there.”
    “I haven’t answered a single question yet.” He wore a smug grin. She shook her head and walked out. I couldn’t tell for sure if her gesture was directed toward me or R.J., but my guess would be the latter.
    “Let’s get started, shall we?”
    He leaned forward, resting his face on his propped-up hands. “Shoot, Kate. We don’t have all night unless you want to take this interview back to my room.”
    “No, thank you.” What was this guy’s problem? “So, I heard you spent some time in Africa building schools. Can you tell me a little bit about that?”
    “I was told you were only going to ask questions about the winery, but if you must know, it’s true. I have an organization that builds schools in Africa.”
    I glanced at his smooth, delicate hands with his perfectly manicured fingernails.
    “So you weren’t actually building the schools yourself, with your own hands?”
    “Let’s get to the winery questions, Kate.” He smiled and arched his eyebrows.
    “Right. Tell me about the winery. I’d like to know how you turned this place around and learn about your methods of production.”
    “Well, I put a pretty penny into this place, I’ll tell you that. I think it’s also about how you handle your employees, letting them know who’s boss, you know?” I unintentionally snickered. “Do you disagree with that?”
    “No . . . I guess I’m not surprised. And your method for production?”
    “I don’t know much about that. I let Guillermo handle that. I think it’s pretty standard, though. He had worked for the previous owners since the eighties.”
    “So Susan is the general manager and Guillermo runs the wine production and distribution.”
    “That’s right.”
    “What does Jamie do?”
    He cocked his head to the side, “So you met Jamie?”
    “Yes.”
    “What was he doing?”
    “He was running an errand. He had some barrels he had cleaned in the back of his truck.”
    “Jamie does a little bit of everything around here. He works in the vineyard and also does maintenance. He sometimes works in the B and B and store when the need arises.”
    Interesting. A man who knows how to use his hands.
    “What sets R. J. Lawson apart as a winery resort and wine producer?”
    He glanced down at a notecard and began rapping off facts. “Our winery is almost one hundred percent self-sufficient. Our number one goal is to produce quality wines and a quality experience in a completely sustainable environment. We have a three-acre hydroponic and natural garden and a small ranch to feed our restaurant. Our animals are raised hormone free in the best conditions with the best feed available. We have nine hundred and fifty solar panels installed in various places across the property, which produce one hundred percent of the power we use, solely from the sun’s clean energy. All of our vehicles are clean-energy-running or fuel-efficient—even the tractors and machines we use in the vineyard and ranch. We only use homemade, organic pesticides in the vineyard and gardens. The tradition of winemaking on this property has been handed down for years—we’ve just updated it. We added quality control measures and modern, environmentally sound methods to an old procedure. We take a really hands-on approach, and I believe that’s the beauty of this craft.” He finally glanced up at me with a faint look of trepidation. It was becoming apparent to me that this guy probably sat behind his comfy desk while he waved his giant wallet around and ran his