*Patrick*
Emily's was the last face I wanted to see. I'd been having such a good time with the other volunteers and the intriguing woman.
I honestly hadn’t thought about Emily since before the Santa Claus Ball. I’d been too focused on trying to find my mistletoe match. I’d checked all three bakeries in the next town over to no avail. Of course, it didn’t help that I didn't have a description of the woman I was looking for. All I knew was she was about five-foot-nine in heels and she was between twenty-one and twenty-five per the Santa Claus Ball’s rules for the first round of the Mistletoe Mystery.
I should have known that Emily was going to pop back into my life again after I decided to get back in the dating world. She and I had been broken up for a year now, but she still weaseled
