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

as memories of her drunken behaviors came

legs and

Instead, he kept placing food on her plate, his actions thoughtful and natural. "How’s it been, settling back

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

expression for a moment. "Why did you

"I’m working on a remedy and

time to perform the surgery on your grandmother," Danielle blinked her

a grin. "Great. Let’s go together in a