Page 38 of Sack

“That’s it? No stuffing the taco?”

“First, ew, gross. Second, why the heck would you want to know? I’m your sister.”

“Because I’m completely envious and want to live vicariously through you.”

“Go watchMagic Mike.”

He thought about that for a second before saying, “Nope. Wish I could,” he stood and came around the island, “but I’ve got an interview at nine and need to start getting ready.” He leaned in and snagged her cup from the counter, filled it, and took a sip.

“Hey.” She made a grab for it, but he held it over his head.

She pushed him and coffee splashed out of the mug, getting him wet. Ivy didn’t try to contain her smug grin.

“Shit! That’s hot.”

“Good. Serves you right.”

“You’re a cold-hearted bitch, you know that?”

“Better than a hot-headed asshole.” Yes, she swore when the occasion called for it.

Instead of a snappy reply, he set the cup on the counter. “Touché, young grasshopper.” Then he sauntered out of the kitchen, leaving the mess on the floor for her to clean up.

Well, poodoo.

A few hours later, Ivy was hunched over the computer, fighting a losing battle with the L button, when the doorbell rang. She let out a frustrated huff at being interrupted just when she got the kriffing thing to work.

She missed Colt’s computer.

Jogging down the stairs, she looked through the peephole and saw a guy wearing an A-1 Electronics cap before opening the door.

“Can I help you?”

He glanced at his clipboard. “Ivy Clark?”

“Yes.”

He placed a box at her feet. “Sign here.”

She fumbled the clipboard. “What is it?”

“Now yours.”

Well, that was cryptic.

He pulled the clipboard from her hands after she signed and handed her a sealed envelope.

“Thanks.”

Sticking the envelope between her teeth, she picked up the large, rectangle-shaped box and tilted her head to examine it while shutting the door with her foot.

The Apple logo was boldly stamped across the front. Her heart skipped a beat, then started racing.

What the kriff?

She took the box to the island and set it on the counter, then opened the envelope. Inside was a bunch of paperwork and a generic gift receipt that read…

I was worried you might sneak into my house and steal mine, so I’m hoping this will curb that impulse.

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