Page 40 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Is someone at my door?

Maybe Dia saw my message and rushed over?

I check my phone.

No reply.

She would tell me if she was on her way. That’s not like her. The questions racing through my mind come to a screeching halt when someone rings my doorbell.

I curse myself for not getting that doorbell camera when it was on sale a few days ago. I told myself I didn’t need it, but now that I’m sick, weak, and vulnerable, I’d do anything to see who’s on my porch.

I reach for my bathrobe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and throw it on before scurrying down the hall. I know for a fact my siblings are at school and not coming home until much later today, so who the hell is out there?

I make it all the way to the front door and debate on opening it. My landlord should’ve really put a peephole on that damn thing.

I mean, come on, girl is sick and home alone during a storm when there’s a mysterious knock at her door? Sounds like the beginning of a horror movie.

I nearly have a heart attack when my phone chimes with a message.

From TJ.

TJ

Let me in.

TJ’sthe one outside my house?

My shoulders drop with relief as I unlock and open the door. Sure enough, my fake boyfriend is standing on my porch, hishair and jacket soaked from the rain. He’s got two bags huddled up in his arms, but I don’t question it, stepping aside to let him in.

He rushes inside, kicks his shoes off, and says, “Not to sound dramatic, but I was worried you were going to let me drown for a sec.”

I don’t reply, failing to make sense of his presence.

TJ stops to take in my appearance. I’m bare-faced, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and fluffy slippers with cherries all over them. Oh, and my hair is a wet, tangled mess.

Not that I care what TJ thinks, but I usually have concealer on at the very least. It doesn’t seem to faze him one bit because he doesn’t comment, drops the bags on the floor, and hangs his coat by the door.

I raise an eyebrow. “You want to tell me what the hell you’re doing here?”

A smile grazes his lips. “Playing nurse. Hey, you got any honey?”

That’s all he says before taking off toward the kitchen. I trail after him and watch as he empties the contents of his bags on my kitchen counter. He’s got nasal spray, cough drops, and like three different types of pain relievers.

He pulls out a steaming container of chicken noodle soup and says, “Your order, milady.”

“How did you know? I texted Dia.”

Unless I texted him by mistake?

He doesn’t even bother looking at me, walking to the pantry and opening it. “Dia and Finn came over to Theo’s house to hang out with the rest of us. Dia left her phone on the kitchen counter, and I heard the notifications when you texted her. I checked her locked screen and saw your texts.”

Ah. That makes sense.

But it doesn’t explain why he decided to run those errands for me.

He pulls honey out of my pantry. “Got it.”

I scoff. “By all means, make yourself at home.”

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