Lifting her hand, Daniel pressed a kiss to her knuckles and let her go, moving to one side of the table. "I did my best," he said. "But keep expectations low."
He set the basket down on the table and began to unpack it. First was a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Wine might have been more romantic, but he hated wine. Then came a small loaf of bread, cheese, grapes, nuts, food they could easily pick at with their hands while they sat. "How did I do?" he asked, taking a seat.