Smiling, Delaney snagged another piece of cheese and a cracker off the platter, following it with a handful of grapes and a mouthful of her drink. "I knew we could get along so well, if only you would give me a chance. I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot."
She ordered another round, pressing another green drink on Maeve with a warm smile, not giving her a chance to overthink, to protest. It was hardly as if they had much of an alcohol content, and she seemed to be enjoying them, Delaney told herself.