True to his word.
Amelia was having the time of her life.
It started simple.
Light.
Easy.
The way things between them always seemed to begin.
Neither of them had eaten breakfast, so they settled into a small, cozy Chinese restaurant tucked just off the main street. The air was warm, filled with the rich scent of spices and something savory that immediately made Amelia’s stomach remind her how early she had woken up.
And how hungry she actually was.
Daniel had noticed, of course.
He always did.
“Order whatever you want,” he had said, leaning back casually, watching her with that same quiet attentiveness she was slowly getting used to.
She didn’t hesitate.
And maybe.
Maybe she went a little overboard.
But she didn’t regret it.
Not when everything tasted as good as it did.
Not
