Chapter Four
Despite all the fairytales, romance novels and Hallmark movies Esme consumed, she’d never once considered herself the damsel in distress type. But man was it working for her right now. Esme had fallen into the arms of a real-life hero.
Technically, she’d crash landed into him while doing the most benign, stereotypical thing that a Millennial American could do. But who cares, because it paid off, and she was gonna live to tell this tale, and what a tale it was shaping up to be.
Leo held out his arm for her in a perfect right angle of chivalry. Just like in the BBC period films she’d watched on public television as a kid. She panicked for a second, uncertain exactly what to do.
Did she tuck her hand under his elbow and curl her fingers in the crook? Or lay her hand on top of
