Chapter Five

Emma

She spun to see Mr. Weathers leaning against the window to the coffee shop entrance. He wore a jet black suit that fit his broad shoulders and lean waist. He looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ. His perfect blond hair was somehow more perfect as he walked over.

“Hi.” She wished she had something clever to say, but the only thing she could think of was “Welcome to the Coffee Shack,” and somehow that didn’t feel appropriate.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he told her. “I’m going to have the prettiest date at the restaurant.”

She grinned, enjoying the compliment. “Thank you.” She smoothed the green satin of her dress. “This is amazing and so much more than anything I could have expected.”

He grinned. “That’s kind of the point.”

Her smile widened. No wonder women fell over themselves to be with him. “Well, thank you.”

“Let me see you spin,” he requested.

She slowly spun in a circle, loving the way the heavy fabric took the motion and swirled around her ankles when she