Chapter 68 – Red Wine

• “Because,” Daphne says, giving a happy little sigh and taking a long sip of her wine, “you’re right – the boys here would throw themselves at my feet just because I’m the only girl here – at least, the only admitted girl here.”
• I raise my glass in toast to her, conceding the point.
• “But,” she continues with a shrug, “I’m not going to throw myself at the first boy I find myself attracted to – fall in love, get wrapped up in a marriage I haven’t really considered, find myself ten years from now tied to a life that I didn’t want. I want to be more careful than that.”