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.

in an instant. She frowned.

the club?" Her face turned crimson as memories of her drunken behaviors came flooding back. The thought

looking effortlessly elegant in his black suit, crossed his legs and swirled his wine before taking

placing food on her plate, his actions thoughtful and natural.

"It’s fine. Dad, Mom, and my brothers have all been really kind to

"Why did you try

"I’m working on a remedy and needed it

on your grandmother," Danielle blinked her clear,

lips curving into a grin. "Great. Let’s go together in a week. Do we need to prepare