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hers. “I have big, important news I want to share with you.” He grinned from ear to ear and looked immensely pleased with himself.
    “What is it?” Daniella asked.
    With a cocky grin, he said, “I’ll tell you soon, but we’ll need champagne for this.”
    He piqued her interest with that comment. “Can I get a hint?”
    Roland patted her hand. “Patience, my dear. Be patient.”
    He clearly enjoyed having his little secret, and Daniella didn’t want to spoil it. Though she practically knew all the dishes by heart, she perused the menu as they waited for the server to return. She lifted her head when raucous laughter came from the other side of the restaurant. “Someone’s having a good time,” she murmured.
    The comment had been meant for Roland’s ears, but the waiter walked up at the same moment with the very recognizable bottle of Armand de Brignac in hand. “There’s a group of businessmen in one of our semi-private rooms. They’ve been here since this afternoon, eating and drinking and spending a lot of money.”
    “Sounds like that will be a nice tip for someone,” Daniella commented.
    “Yes,” the waiter said, a wistful note to his voice. He obviously wished he had been the lucky employee chosen to wait on the group.
    They ordered their meals and then the waiter poured them each a glass of champagne.
    “I’m getting impatient,” Daniella said. “You have to tell me what we’re celebrating.”
    “Success.” Roland lifted his glass and she lifted hers. “BoldMine found an investor. We’re about to go to the next level.” He grinned so widely he could have swallowed his ears.
    “You’re kidding! I’m so excited for you.” She threw an arm around him and gave him a big hug. He’d been working on BoldMine for years, long before they’d met.
    He chuckled appreciatively. “Cheers.”
    They clinked their glasses together and both took substantial swallows of the pricey wine.
    “Which means,” Roland continued, his voice filled with hidden meaning, “I can help you.”
    She had no idea what he meant. She wasn’t in financial trouble. “Help me how?”
    “With your divorce.”
    Temporarily surprised by the offer, Daniella didn’t respond right away. Slowly, she set her glass on the table. “I still don’t understand what your success has to do with my divorce.”
    “I can help financially. With more money you can hire a better attorney to fight and get your divorce. I want to help you,” Roland said.
    “I appreciate your offer, but—”
    “Don’t brush me off.” He set his glass beside hers and leaned forward with an eagerness that made her apprehensive instead of excited. “I’m confident once we sign on the dotted line, the infusion of cash into our software systems will catapult our company, and I will become an extremely wealthy man.”
    “Maybe or maybe not. You don’t know for sure. What if the investor backs out?”
    He shook his head, confident. “Everything will be fine,” he assured her.
    “Even so, I won’t accept money from you.”
    Roland placed a warm hand over hers. “Daniella, you’re in this mess because of me. The least I can do is help you get out of it.”
    “I can’t accept your money.”
    This was her fight, not Roland’s. Besides, she was happy with the work Davis performed, although he hadn’t been her first choice. Despite their history, she’d wanted a more high profile attorney to handle her divorce. But when she’d left Cyrus, she hadn’t moved quickly enough to hire anyone. She’d been preoccupied with settling into her new apartment and resolving problems at work. Cyrus had taken advantage of the delay and “conflicted out” a good number of the top divorce lawyers in the city. By meeting with them and sharing enough details about their marriage to establish an attorney-client relationship, he’d effectively kept them from being able to represent her.
    “Yes, you can take money from me. Let me help you so you can become un