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So, in order for my plans to wallow in my heartache to move forward, tomorrow, I would finally venture out of the house for groceries and get my favorite foods for dinner.
Or maybe I should wait to see just what Jane was having delivered.
I slouched down and kicked my feet up on the coffee table.
One more day of wallowing, and then I could move on to the next step in my plan of moving on from Paul.
I wasn’t sure what that was, but I would figure it out.
Eventually.
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Chapter Two
Stevie
Fresh pajamas: check.
Cheesy Christmas movie: check.
Four boxes of Christmas decorations and a Christmas tree: check.
All I needed was my favorite meal delivered right to my front door.
Sesame chicken, crab wontons, egg rolls, and those soft, pillowy, sugary donuts. But I’ll be honest and say I was most looking forward to the egg rolls. I had ordered one dozen of them, after all.
“Let’s do this,” I mumbled. And this would be a good time to have half a dozen cats, so I wouldn’t be crazy talking to myself. I could be talking to the fluffy furballs. Way saner than talking to myself. “At least you’re not answering yourself, Stevie.” I held my hands in the air. “Thank god no one is around to hear that.” I nodded and lifted the lid off the nearest tote. “Totally.”
I closed my eyes and cringed.
It was a good possibility I had a screw loose. Or two.
I was digging through the second tote of decorations when the doorbell rang.
It hadn’t been the first time it had rang today.
Around ten this morning, a delivery of groceries had appeared on my front porch thanks to Jane, and then again at three, I had a delivery of chocolate-dipped strawberries and assorted nuts.
At least this time, when the doorbell rang, I knew who was on the other side of the door.
Egg rolls!
“Coming,” I called. I grabbed my wallet off the kitchen table and threw open the front door, ready to embrace all the delicious Chinese food I had ordered.
My jaw dropped open, and my wallet dropped to the floor. “What the?”
Claus True was standing on my front porch wearing a black leather jacket, dark, tattered blue jeans, and a Santa hat on his head. He also had my Chinese food in his hands.
I racked my brain to get a coherent sentence out, but nothing came.
Claus was my brother’s best friend, and he was standing on my front porch. I peeked behind him, wondering if maybe Tony was there, too, but he wasn’t.
No one was there but Claus.
“Let me in, sweets.”
Let him in?
