This time Daniel didn't commandeer the whole of the packhouse bar.
When Eva stepped into the packhouse, Daniel was waiting for her. He was in his usual attire, black jeans and a band tee but his eyes were piercing, stormy blue and captivating. Eva saw his eyes on her but felt their intensity caress her skin even under the layers she was wearing.
"The housekeeper insisted on cooking." He spoke as his arm slid around her waist guiding her to the back of the packhouse where there was a quiet, smaller dining area. "I didn't have the heart to say no."
Eva chuckled. "She is good at that."
The space was warm and welcoming with soft light, dark wood furniture and light upholstery. The tiny flames of the tea lights glimmered in their little glass holders and reflected in the wall to ceiling
