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The buzzer went off again.

I checked the time on my phone. 8:00 pm. There was still time before Charles was due to drop Harper off, but I wouldn’t put it past him to drop her off early if something more exciting than hanging out with his daughter came up.

“Yes,” I said, a little irritated.

“Delivery.” A voice I didn’t recognize answered.

“I didn’t order anything. You have the wrong address,” I said.

My phone vibrated in my hand. A number I knew all too well flashed on the screen, still unsaved in my contacts.

My stomach flipped.

I cleared my throat and answered, “Hello.”

“Serena, let the boy up,” Enzo said, his voice brisk.

I stared at my door, then out the window. “I... I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me. Let the boy up—he thinks he did something wrong,” he said, like he was talking to a scared animal. “So, buzz the boy up, let him drop off the stuff, and send him on his way.”

I hit the button, and the buzzer echoed through the room. There had been plenty of calls between Enzo and me, but those were work-related. When it came to anything outside our working relationship, I forgot how to speak.

“Good.” His voice softened.

“I’ll stay on the phone until it’s done. The boy’s name is Donovan, by the way.”

“Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I jumped at the knock on the door. Keeping the phone to my ear, I opened the door, and a tall boy, somewhere between late teens and early twenties, with olive skin and dark hair, walked in carrying multiple grocery bags.

He placed them just inside the door, turned to me, bowed, and closed the door behind him. All without uttering a word.

“He bowed and left,” I said.

Enzo barked out a laugh. “Finish your work and eat.”

He hung up while I was still trying to formulate a coherent sentence that was a mix of sexy and cute.

Damn. It was for the better.

CHAPTER 7

Enzo

The warehouse was alive, despite the late hour. Crates were being torn apart and reloaded on trucks, two older men played cards in the corner, and Drew stood next to me, holding onto his clipboard for dear life.

“We found the missing pallets?” I asked without looking at Drew.

He nodded so hard it was a wonder his head didn’t fall off. “Yes. It was put in the back, over there.” He pointed to the side of the warehouse that was specifically for the deliveries that didn’t have illegal substances.

I ran a tight ship. Organization was key not only to prevent us from accidentally shipping something we shouldn’t but also to help me keep track. When someone screwed up, I knew who did it.

Accountability and all that.

“It won’t happen again. I’ve made sure all the workers are aware.” He was nervous, the way I preferred the workers under my supervision to be when they were telling me how, exactly, they planned on not screwing up.

I turned to face Drew. “I hope they are. If any of our shipments go missing from any of the warehouses you manage, I’ll hold you responsible.”