Chapter 13

The cold wind hit Joselyn the moment she stepped out of the airport with her suitcase behind her. She instinctively shrank into herself and pulled her scarf tighter around her neck. Winter in Airedale was bitterly cold. Willesden's winters were chilly too, but it was a gentler kind of cold. She lifted her head, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. And then she saw him. Jarrett stood not far away, dressed in a black overcoat that made his tall, lean frame look even sharper. In his hands, he held a pink plush hand warmer—an odd contrast to his usual cold and imposing demeanor. A warmth bloomed in Joselyn's chest at the sight of him. She quickened her pace, closing the distance between them. The moment Jarrett saw her, a faint smile graced his lips as he stepped forward to meet her. She threw herself into his arms and said coyly, "Jarrett, didn't I tell you not to come? It's too cold." Jarrett ruffled her hair before replying gently, "I wanted to." Joselyn didn't argue. She jus