And hopefully her naked body slapped against his.
She flicked the lights off. As she reached to open the door, someone knocked. Her heart bolted into her throat. Her hand froze inches from the door handle.
Eric?
She leaned forward and peered through the peephole.
Her stomach sank.
Not Eric.
Some young courier. He swayed a bit on the other side of the door and looked ready to collapse.
A long breath escaped her lungs. Her shoulders dropped. Better see what the courier had for her. Maybe he had the romance novels she ordered last week online.
Or maybe a bill. She turned the knob and swung the door open. A waft of sweat and the cool night air hit her.
She smiled and said, “Hello.”
The courier rocked back on his heels. His eyes widened, and his mouth parted.
After it appeared the courier planned to remain speechless, Brenna took a step outside. “Do you have something for me?”
He’d better make this fast. She had places to go. Apologies to make. History to correct. Wolves to mate.
“Yeah, sorry.” The courier shook his head and seemed to collect himself. “Just made sense of something a customer said.”
She waited. Her toes itched to tap, but she clenched her teeth and folded her arms over her chest.
Maisie whined.
The courier dug out a small package from his delivery bag and held it out to her. She unfolded her arms and plucked the light parcel from his open palm. Before she could really look at it, the courier jutted his other hand out with a large gray handheld device.
“Please sign,” he said.
She plucked the little pointer thingy from his hand, and electronically signed her name. Her gaze kept darting back to the package. A courier sticker covered her name and address, but the sender information stared back at her with bold black lettering. From Eric Buchanan.
Her heart stopped.
“Thank you,” the courier said. “Have a great night.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “You, too.”
Eric sent her something?
She ripped open the bland brown packing paper, meticulously wrapped over a small pink box with a white bow. She’d pick up the paper later. As she stood in her doorway, she untied the bow and opened the box.
The sugary sweet smell of candy rose to her face.
Her eyes stung. Watery vision took in the small heart-shaped pieces. She plucked one out and flipped it over.
BE MINE, it read.
She popped it in her mouth, and the sweet flavour spread to coat her tongue.
She picked up another candy heart and read it.
BE MINE.
