CHAPTER 477

She walked around the corner expecting to see Jonathon outside the patisserie, but there was no one there. She stepped inside breathed in the sweet scent of pastries and chocolate and looked around, hoping to spot him, but he wasn’t there.

“Are you Emma?” a lady asked.

“Yeah,” Emma said, turning to the woman who sat at a small table with a familiar little box in front of her.

“This is for you,” the woman said, standing and walking away.

Emma sat and took the box, pulling at the bow and opening it to see another chocolate truffle, this time it had an ’S’ written on top of it in dark chocolate. She didn’t need the little ‘Eat Me’ note to know what to do. She put the truffle on her tongue and closed her eyes. The chocolate coating melted away to leave behind a cake center with the sweet tang of apricot jam.

“Sachertorte,” she mumbled to herself as she sighed and opened her eyes.

Emma picked up the note that had nestled beside the truffle in the box.

The first time we made lov