This was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He had no idea where to start first. Why hadn’t he walked her to her door?
She’d insisted that she’d be fine walking to her apartment on her own and he hadn’t pushed her. She’d been wary and he’d understood. They didn’t know each other, after all.
The building only had about 250 apartments.
Piece of cake, right?
He snorted. “Well, I’m not going to find her sitting here,” he muttered and opened his car door.
A small female stepped out of the apartment building and he paused, heart racing. No, her hair was longer than Jessa’s, darker. He watched as the woman walked down the block, entering a diner.
Well, why hadn’t he thought of that? No doubt a lot of people around here frequented this diner, hopefully Jessa did as well.
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