Roxy's POV

“Heloooo… earth to Roxy.”

I blinked and looked up from my wine glass to see that Daniel was watching me from across the table, one eyebrow raised, the corner of his mouth pulled into an amused smile.

I choked out awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I got a bit lost in my head there.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he muttered, setting his fork down. “It’s the third time tonight, and you’ve barely touched your food. Is there something wrong?”

I glanced down at my plate and realized he was right. I’d barely touched the food.

A nervous laugh escaped me. “Long week.”

It wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t...