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"Yeah, I was so excited. I even posted on Instagram a photo of us waiting in line. Didn’t you see it?" Rosalie pulled out her phone.
"No, girl. I haven't been on Instagram today."
"Oh okies, well, needless to say, I'm hungry. So I hope there's something really delicious for lunch."
"I was actually going to order some Indian food," I said. "You guys like Indian food, right?"
"Yeah ... but have you ordered it already?"
"No, I was going to wait till Foster got home and then order it."
"I have an idea. Maybe we can go out to lunch," Rosalie said. "I'm sure my brother will want some fresh air after being cooped up on a plane for so long."
"I guess so," I said. "I'm excited to see him. I can't wait to see what presents he got us."
"Yeah, me too." Rosalie nodded eagerly. "In fact, when you told me he was getting us presents, I was absolutely shocked. Because I can't remember the last time Foster got me anything for any occasion... let alone a present from a business trip."
"Oh really?" I asked her in surprise. "He made it seem like this was something he did all the time."
"Wait, what?" Rosalie frowned. "What do you mean? He called you?"
"No, he just sent me a message. We've been sort of emailing back and forth."
"Really?" She tilted her head to the side. "I haven't heard from him in ages."
"Have you?" She looked over at Oliver.
"Maybe a couple of days ago." He shrugged.
"How often has he been emailing you, Alice?"
"I don't know," I said, not wanting to tell her that we sent several emails back and forth each day. "He’s probably been emailing me because I'm in his home taking care of it, and he wants to make sure everything's okay."
"I guess so," Rosalie said. "Oh, well, I hope he gets home soon because I'm starving."
And just like magic, we heard a key in the door. Foster stepped inside, and we all turned to look.
"Hey guys, I'm home!" His cheerful voice filled the room, and my heart leaped as I stared at his handsome face with his dark-brown hair and golden-brown eyes. He smiled widely at me as he put his suitcase down and stretched. "Hey, Alice, Rosalie. Oliver, my man."
"Welcome back." Oliver walked over to him and held his hand out. "How was your flight?"
"Uneventful, which is always good," he said with a wry smile. I wondered if he was telling the truth. Had something happened to him on the plane or at the airport? "How’ve you been?"
"Good, good. Your sister's mad at me, but when is she never?"
"Rosalie's always mad." He chuckled in agreement.
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Brother. Now, where are our presents?"
"Really, Sis? That's the way you greet me?" He stared at her for a few seconds with a semi-annoyed expression on his face, making his eyes crinkle up in the corners.
She laughed and walked over to him and gave him a hug. "Welcome home. I was thinking we could go out for lunch. Is that okay?"
"Uh ... I thought we were going to eat in." He looked over at me.
"Well, Alice was just going to order Indian food, and I figured let's just go out and get something. I'm sure you want some fresh air after being cooped up in a plane and then a taxi for so long."
He nodded for a couple of seconds, and his eyes questioned mine before he spoke. "What do you think, Alice?"
