He burst out of the bar, the cool night air hitting him like a slap. His eyes darted left and right, searching for any sign of the brunette. But the sidewalk was a sea of unfamiliar faces, none belonging to the woman who'd captured his attention.
Jackson jogged a few steps in one direction, then the other, feeling like a lost puppy. He even considered yelling, "Wait!" but managed to stop before he could complete that humiliation.
Just then, the door of the bar swung open, and Isabella emerged, looking both amused and concerned. "Did Prince Charming find his Cinderella?" she asked, joining him.
He shook his head. "Nope. Looks like the clock struck midnight, and all I'm left with is a pumpkin."
She patted his shoulder sympathetically. "There, there. I'm sure there are plenty of other bea
