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cellar was exactly the type of romantic spot Kelly had hoped to explore when Ted mentioned Sarcaccia as a possible honeymoon location.   Granted, as the CEO of a global communications company, Ted had been invited to attend a glitzy charity ball on the island.   While he’d liked the idea of combining business with pleasure, Kelly had wanted to see the island for its history, its cuisine, and its gorgeous beaches and architecture.   Having Massimo show her this ancient cellar felt like being given a precious gift.
    “If there’s ever an apocalypse, this is where I want to be,” Kelly said as she admired the unique space.
    “As long as it’s not today.   I want dinner first.”   Massimo gestured to the bottles filling the shelves.   “You have a preference?   Whatever you like, Giulia is bound to have it.”
    Intrigued by the cavern area, she turned to the left and bent to glance at the bottles, being careful not to brush against them.  
    “Afraid you’ll break them?”
    “A bit.”   Cautiously, she used her index finger to wipe a light layer of dust off the nearest bottle.   Her eyes widened fractionally as she scanned the label.   “I’ve never heard of this winery, but judging from the date, the bottle’s been stored here awhile.”
    He moved closer to look over her shoulder.   “A twenty-year-old Barolo.   If you like reds, this is a very good one.   It’s one of my father’s favorites.”
    “And expensive, if I had to guess.”   Kelly stepped back, nearly bumping into him.   “I hate to admit it, but I’m not enough of a wine connoisseur to tell the difference between a twenty-year-old wine and a five-year-old wine or if it even matters.   As tempting as it might be to try, I don’t need fancy.”
    “Perhaps you could try the other side of the cellar?”   He angled his chin toward the area opposite the cave.   “Those are all good, but not as ‘fancy,’ as you say.”
    “You don’t mind?”
    “Not at all.   Everything Giulia stocks is of the best quality, so you can’t go wrong.”
    She scanned the shelves while he waited near the bottom of the staircase and ran a hand along the old wooden railing.   Though his stance was casual, there was something almost too casual about it.   As if being in the cellar made him nervous.   She wondered what brought it on, especially given that selecting a wine was his suggestion. Was it her?   The tight space?   A fear of offending Giulia if their dinner arrived while they were exploring the cellar?
    She put it out of her mind and scanned the shelves, unsure what she sought.   She withdrew a bottle at random from hip level, then slowly turned it to show Massimo the beige label with black lettering.   “How about this?   Would a Spanish wine offend your Sarcaccian sensibilities?”
    He approached and wrapped his hands around hers as she cradled the bottle so he could better see the label.   “ Torre Muga, La Rioja ,” he read aloud as she tried not to think about the feel of his hands on hers.   “No, this wouldn’t offend my sensibilities at all.   It’s a great choice.”
    “Then we’re set.”   Desire ripped through her as she raised her face to his.   The man had the most sensuous eyes, even—perhaps especially—in the dim light.   Though the flicker of attraction in his gaze was unmistakable, she still sensed he didn’t care to linger in the cellar.
    Just as he indicated that she should lead the way upstairs, footsteps thudded overhead and the door creaked open.   Giulia descended and clapped her hands together and said, “Ah, I thought I might find you here.   Tell me, what have you discovered?”
    Kelly turned the bottle so that Giulia, who now stood on the bottom step, could read it.   “Good, good.   Did you make the selection or did Massimo?”
    “I did, but he assured me this will be wonderful.”
    “And he is right.   I have no bad wine in my cellar.”   She beamed at them even as another