Page 10 of A Reel Christmas in Romance
Jack had lost trackof time. It was ten after seven, and he hoped that Esme wasn’t the impatient type. Not that anything could come of tonight, but there was still no call to be rude to her.
The bakery was on Pear Street, around the block from Della’s Diner, or at least that’s what Esme had said, and there it was. He could see in the window that every table was occupied, with either a couple or a foursome. Except for one, near the back, with a lone customer.
A woman. In a flattering blue and white dress. With a flower in her hair. A red flower. Unless he was completely wrong, a carnation. It was Esme.
And Esme looked a lot like – exactly like, in fact – Marianne Carter.
There was only one possible explanation for that: contrary to his assumptions, which were obviously faulty, EsmewasMarianne Carter.
