It didn’t take long to walk the short distance, and there Edie was, waiting with her back against the brick exterior of the pub, where she said she’d be. Her blonde hair hung loose, prettily framing her face, and when the wind blew slightly, the strands lifted off her brow to flutter around her in wisps. She wore jeans with a flouncy white top tucked in at the waist, giving her a sort of business casual look.