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.

dropped. Her much-anticipated wine was gone in an instant. She frowned. "Why can’t I

"Remember the last time you drank? At the club?" Her face turned crimson as memories of her drunken behaviors came flooding back. The thought

in his black suit, crossed his legs and swirled his wine

huffed, sipping her juice reluctantly, but David didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he kept placing food on her plate, his actions thoughtful and natural. "How’s it been, settling

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moment. "Why did you try to bid

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week, I’ll have time to perform the surgery on your grandmother," Danielle blinked her clear,

smiled, his lips curving into a grin. "Great. Let’s go together in a week. Do we need