In any case, she figured she could fall head over heels for him, with very little exertion. What's more, maybe no support by any means. Then what?
Steadying herself, she searched in the mirror. Acknowledge the obvious issues, Darcy. A man like Trace didn't tie himself per manently to a lady of her experience and restrictions. Without a doubt, she could introduce herself well, play the game ability completely, yet under it all she was and would everlastingly be Darcy Gallagher of Ardmore, who worked the family bar.
One more kind of man she could curve around her finger and cause him to fail to remember such everyday issues. What's more, hadn't she generally wanted to? Hadn't she expected to find a fine, affluent man one day who might fall captivated by her and give her a day to day existe
