It had been a long time since Elizabeth Rodgers had felt alive. The death of Ross had left her in limbo where no one could reach her. But one day, shortly before Christmas, ducking into a coffee shop to avoid the snow, she met a man.
Cute, sweet, attentive, he won her over. There was just one tiny flaw in this Prince Charming-his tendency for malapropisms.
“So, you’ll accompany me to the Nutcutter Suite?” he asked eagerly.
She smiled and nodded, maybe it was the Jewish version.