She was done.
More than done, actually. As far as she was concerned, the rest of the world no longer existed. The only thing that existed tonight was her couch, her television, this proposal, and the ice cream in the fridge. Everything and everyone else could go-
“Open up, Jodi. I know you’re there,” Greg announced, but she simply shook her head as she said, “Go away.”
“Jodi, come on, don’t be that way.”
“I’m busy,” she said, spreading the notes before her on the coffee table.
“Are you still mad about the other night?” Greg asked, laying on the boyish charm that he’d used to get her to go out with him in the first place and then used a week later when he’d decided that she was too sweet to date.
“Uh-huh,” Jodi said, set on ignoring him as she organized the notes into some semblance of order.
“It was a busy night at work. I didn’t have time to return your text.”
“Uh-huh,” Jodi muttered, not in the mood to point out that it had been his night off or that she knew the rest of the guys had avoided her texts and calls, terrified that she was under the influence of antihistamine.
They were all cowards and she’d eventually forgive them, but not tonight. Tonight, she just wanted to bury herself in her work.
A long sigh let her know that he’d given up. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Greg,” she said, shaking her head in amusement at just how quickly he gave up.
“Goodnight, Jodi,” he said, not sounding all that upset that she didn’t open the door.
“I guess it was never meant to be,” Jodi said on a long-draw-out sigh before laughing softly and shaking her head in amusement.
That is until he started knocking again.
Sighing in disgust and knowing that he’d give up just as quickly as the last time, Jodi focused on the files before her and ignored him. When a minute went by and he was still knocking, she looked up and frowned. He was being rather persistent all of a sudden.
“Go away, Greg!” Jodi groaned, wondering why tonight, of all nights, he was being stubborn.
Another knock came, a more stubborn knock and one that had her eyes narrowing to slits. The next knock had her tossing her file aside and getting to her feet and by the time she made it to the door, she was ready to kill her best friend with her bare hands. Hands clenching with the need to do just that, she flicked the lock open, grabbed the knob and yanked the door open to-
Stare at the empty hallway.
What the hell?
She stepped out into the hallway and looked towards the front door, expecting to see Greg. When she didn’t see him or anyone for that matter, she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and looked over her shoulder to find the other end of the hallway empty as well. Shaking her head, Jodi turned around and went back into her apartment. She closed the door and made her way back to the couch, wondering if she had just imag-
Another knock.
This time, she didn’t say anything as she turned around, walked over to the door, yanked it open, and-
“That’ll be $75.80,” a man wearing the famous Black Jack’s pizza delivery shirt said with an expectant smile and his arms piled high with pizza and the small boxes that were normally used for appetizers.
“I’m sorry, but I think you have the wrong-”
“I’ve got it,” the familiar deep voice that normally conjured up fantasies of baseball bats and a good swift kick to the balls said, causing a completely different and unexpected reaction as it came from behind her.
A shiver tore through her even as she jumped, startled to realize that Danny was in her freaking apartment! She probably would have tripped over her own two feet and fallen on her butt if Danny hadn’t placed his hands on her hips, catching her and gently moved her aside so that he could pay the delivery guy. Stunned, she could only stand there looking from Danny to the rest of her apartment and then back again, wondering how he’d been able to sneak inside without her noticing. That, of course, brought up one very important question.
“What are you doing here?” Jodi asked, reaching up and rubbing her temples in an attempt to ward off the migraine that she knew was coming.
“Keep the change,” Danny said, shutting the door with his foot as he turned around and headed towards her couch, pausing only long enough to lean down and press a swift kiss against her lips, taking her by surprise as he said, “I’m here for our date.”
By the time his words sank in, he’d already placed the food on one of the end tables and disappeared in the kitchen. Giving her head a shake and almost positive that one of them had gone insane, Jodi followed after him only to end up jumping out of the way when he suddenly returned, carrying a six-pack of Pepsi that she didn’t remember buying, pausing once again to lean down and brush his lips against her as though he had every right.
