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The waiter's arrival with a tray loaded doith sle bottle stopped that bumpy trip down memory lane

“Thanks, you always knohat I want," Isaac said to the waiter before turning his attention back to Tamara “Sake?"

She hesitated It was her last night in Fort Worth One glass of rice ouldn't hurt Right? "Sure"

The waiter sat the porcelain flask down on the table, a set of two small cups next to it, nodded at Isaac, and then hustled away

"This is Junmai Ginjo sake" He poured about six ounces of clear liquid into the cup and held it out to her

"What's that mean?" she asked as she accepted the drink

"It's been polished—that's when they et rid of the outer layer—to at least sixty percent, and the brewer uses special yeast and ferht, fruity and complex flavor Smell"

She brought the s her eyes Icy floith a hint of nuts that was both familiar and exotic "That smells delicious"

"Wait until you taste it" He nudged the ceramic flask toward her "But first you have to pour for me It's tradition"

The iving her a master class in sake at one of the most exclusive Japanese restaurants in Fort Worth as if he was detailing the value of special teams on the field or how to rebuild a carburetor

"Isaac Ca underneath all that man's man exterior?"

"Darlin', I'm the best of both worlds" He winked at her

She couldn't help but laugh, an easy ca between them "You are a horrible flirt"

"It's come in handy more times than I can count"

She leaned forward, dying to know more "Tell