Chapter 33

Awkwardly, Emerson patted her back.

She pulled away, a very different smile on her face, open and inviting. “I’m a huge Sean Stirling fan.”

“I’ve gathered.”

She retreated a few steps. “Sorry to get so worked up. I can’t help it when Sean’s involved. I’ve seen him in concert three times. Actually,” she turned to the shelf with her knick-knacks. “I got a picture with him at the last one. I paid a heavy price for a meet and greet before the show.” She removed a frame and handed it out to Emerson.

Emerson gazed down at it. Ms. Bell looked ecstatic, and almost unrecognizable in a tank top and her black hair hanging to her shoulders. At work, she was always in business suits with her hair wrapped in a tight bun. Sean, though, looked the same. Emerson’s heart beat a bit faster gazing at the photo. Seanwas wearing black slacks, a white shirt, and a vest. The smile on his face was sweet and kindly. His armswere around Ms. Bell in a tight hold. It was a lovely picture.