4
Rafe
The bright sun bounces off the hard-crusted snow as I tromp up the pedestrian-only alleys between the shops of Taos. My destination is a cheerfully lit shop with a freshly painted door. I kick the frozen mud from my boots and reach for the gold latch. The bell over the door jingles and the warm scent of chocolate and coffee and caramel and all sorts of delicious things set my mouth watering.
Adele’s chocolate shop is her second favorite place on earth. The first is my bed, and I spend long blissful hours each night making sure it remains that way.
I step back to allow two female customers bundled up in hats and scarves to exit. They’re carrying white bakery bags filled to the brim with gold boxes of truffles, and they have big smiles on their faces.
When I step inside The Choco
