Not A Small-Town Girl

calm and respectful. "Mr. Charrington, Miss Darling, your meal is ready. Please enjoy."

David nodded again, then said, "Open a bottle of red wine and bring a glass of juice."

"Right away, Mr. Charrington," the manager replied before stepping away.

Danielle’s eyes lit up at the mention of wine. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she enjoyed a glass now and then.

The manager returned shortly with a bottle of wine, uncorking it with practiced ease. He poured a glass for David and moved to pour another-only for David to stop him.

"She’ll have juice," David said firmly.

jaw dropped. Her much-anticipated wine was gone in an instant. She frowned.

"Remember the last time you drank? At the club?" Her face turned crimson as memories of her drunken behaviors came flooding back. The thought alone made her cringe. "That... that was just a

suit, crossed his legs and swirled

placing food on her plate, his actions thoughtful and natural. "How’s it been, settling back with the Darling

and my brothers

did you try to bid on the

"I’m working on a remedy

have time to perform the surgery on your grandmother," Danielle blinked her clear, beautiful eyes, gazing

go together in a week.