Chapter Eleven
Jocelyn picked over the fruit in the tiny grocery store, looking for something choice. Nothing seemed to suit her, and she ended up putting a little bit of everything in the basket. Quandaries, puzzles and decisionless days were never her best. Two days back from London, however, and she’d still not reached an answer to her present haunting problem.
“Jocelyn, is that you?” a female voice cut through her thoughts.
She turned.
“Alex!” The lovely blonde’s amiable face appeared just steps away from her. “What a surprise to see you here.”
“I don’t come down to this market often, but I love the produce. The best in town don’t you think?”
“Exactly,” Jocelyn replied. Such a change from weeks before when she first met the woman. There was none of the tension that was present in
