Chapter Ten
The last time Jan had packed for a trip to the kingdom of Cordoba, she’d had five hours to do it. This time, Alex hadn’t given her much more time than that; a full day. This time she wasn’t just packing for a long weekend. She was packing up her life.
Looking around the apartment over the pie shop, Jan was saddened to see there wasn’t much to take with her. She’d already emptied her entire wardrobe into two suitcases. Being a pie maker didn’t lend too many wardrobe changes. She mostly had jeans and T-shirts or cargo pants and cotton shirts. Her aprons were more plentiful than the number of dresses she had. All her shoes were practical; save the one pair of heels she’d purchased just to drop off a pie at her ex-fiancé’s parents’ anniversary party.
Never one for nostalgia, Jan
