“There he is!” Leah bounced in the driver’s seat.
“Which one?”
“Black coat, gorgeous, wavy blond hair.”
Isabelle scanned the people milling on the sidewalk and picked out at least three guys that fit that description. But only one of them was checking out the parking lot and rocking nervously on his heels. He got points for not looking like he thought he was God’s gift, though certainly those shoulders ranked high in the eye candy department.
Leah whipped the car into a space and took a deep breath. “How do I look?”
Isabelle surveyed her from head to foot. Leah was one of those people who actually managed to look svelte rather than fat in ski clothes. “Like you’re going to melt the snowcap and knock his ski boots off.”
Leah grinned. “Come on.”
Isabelle knew her well enough to
