Dancing Under the Mistletoe (The Seven Curses of London Book 4) by Lana Williams

of a slim woman in her twenties with dark hair and spectacles. He wasn’t certain that was enough for him to recognize her, but surely the woman would be looking for someone to pick her up. “Good evening, Lord Barclay.” Cole turned to find Terrance Penney, the blacksmith, drawing near. “Done for the day?” “Indeed. Headed home for supper with the family.” Penney cringed, as he glanced up at Cole as though realizing his mistake too late. Smothering a sigh, Cole only nodded as he glanced at the passengers now filling the platform. Weary of the looks of pity he garnered each day, he wished people would forget his loss. Perhaps that would allow him to do so as well. Not that he wanted to forget his family...only the aching loss of them. Realizing he made no sense, even in his own head, he nodded. “Give Mrs. Penney my best. Are your sons and their families joining you for the holiday?” The man’s eyes lit up. “They’ll be here at the end of the week.” Another glance at the platform showed the crowd had thinned, leaving only a few who fit the description of his target. “I believe the person I’m to meet has arrived. Enjoy your time with them.” He secured the reins and, with a final nod to Penney, hopped down and made his way to the platform. The tidy, modestly dressed woman standing by herself didn’t wear spectacles, but no one else matched his instructions. “Miss Flitchard?” The lady he addressed was looking in the opposite direction and didn’t respond to his inquiry. Either she wasn’t