Chapter 12CranborneLeah arrived as the clock in the hall was striking seven
o’clock.
“Perfect timing,” I exclaimed, opening the door.
On this occasion, she was dressed completely in matching
green. From the neck to her high heels.
“Wow… You look stunning.”
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
“I’ve booked a table. Do you mind the short
walk?”
“Fine by me. I’ll get a coat from the car.”
We strolled companionably down the lane to the Fleur de
Lys. Outside the inn, she tugged on my arm.
“Well? Aren’t you going to tell me?”
I grinned, and saw her eyes widen in anticipation in the
glow of the lanterns at the entrance.
“Let’s get out of the cold first.”
We were shown to a table close to the open hearth and
burning logs. There were few diners, and when the waitress brought the
