Disappointment flooded her as she remembered the events of last night. Nico hadn't asked her to stay on after the ninety days. It killed her to admit how badly she'd wanted him to say the words, to tell her that it didn't matter if she owned the vineyard or if he did. What mattered was that they were together. Nico was just like her father. The land meant more to him than she did. Even knowing that, she'd slept with him. She'd been unable to help herself, and she knew why. She loved him. Gut twisting, heart pounding love. She'd been a fool to think she could make it work here. All the cards had been stacked against her. Her son wanted to leave, Nico hadn't asked her to stay, and Peter wanted her to sell. Maybe it was time for her to listen to her own heart, trust her own instincts. What did she really want to do? Danielle slipped from the bed and got dressed. Before leaving, she made Nico's bed, removing all traces that she'd been in Nico's house before Maria and Kaiden got home, then she let herself out the door.
