Chapter 11

He shook the snow off his leather shoes and wandered the hall until he reached the ballroom. Piles of mouth-watering food were beautifully arranged on long silver trays. Mini quiches, croquettes, sliced fruit, a wide variety of cheeses and crackers, cocktail sausages, tiny little finger sandwiches, and so much more. His mouth watered, but he bypassed the trays looking for something else to satisfy him.

A crystal bowl full of sparkling cranberry punch sat on a cheerfully decorated table with dozens of little crystal glasses surrounding it. It looked tempting and sweet. Sander smiled as he automatically associated it with Noelle. She was sweet alright, and he longed to taste her again. There were smaller tables set with comfortable looking chairs surrounding a space that had been cleared for a dance floor.