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Her sister snorted. “How am I going to eat if my lips are sealed?”
“Maggie…”
“Alright. Alright.” She set a hand over her heart and raised the other one, palm facing Callie. “I promise I won’t tell her you and Matthew got busy to the rhythm of the rain.”
Callie growled. “Maggie!”
“What?” Her sister blinked. “I said I wouldn’t tell her.”
She closed her eyes, blew out a breath, then opened them again. “Just don’t.”
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist teasing.” Maggie reached out and set a hand over hers. “I won’t say anything. I promise.” After Callie nodded, her sister released her hand, and blinked at her. “So, then what happened on your porch?”
Unsure whether to keep sharing or not, she regarded the mischievous bugger closely.
“Come on,” her sister prodded. “You know you want to tell me.”
She shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. True. “Then he walked me to my door, said he wasn’t coming in, but that he was going to kiss me.” She sighed. “Then he did.”
Maggie sighed too. “He’s a keeper. Don’t screw it up, Callie.”
Her chest tightened a little. She had no experience in relationships, other than high school stuff. She nodded. “I’ll try not to.”
The low rumble of a diesel engine drifted in through the open back door.
Callie straightened. “That’ll be the delivery.”
She glanced at the time on her laptop and rose to her feet, silently admitting she wished Matthew were there.
Or Nate.
She glanced at the lot on her camera feed and noted his truck wasn’t in the lot yet.
Maggie stood, brushing crumbs off her jeans. “Want me to come with?”
She hesitated, then shook her head. “Nah, it’s probably nothing. Carter’s having us flag one of the boxes for a closer look, though.”
Maggie frowned. “A closer look at what?”
Callie opened her mouth to answer, but the truck pulled into view of the camera feed, and her stomach dropped.
Not Mason.
This driver was someone new. Bald, with a scowl firmly in place.
Maggie raised a brow. “Sure you don’t need me?”
“I’m sure,” she said with more bravado than she felt, grabbing the box cutter off the corner of her desk and shoving it into her back pocket.
Her sister narrowed her gaze for a beat. “Callie, what’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she reassured, adding a smile. “It’s good to have it handy in case I need to check a box.”
Like the one on her manifest that shouldn’t be there.
Maggie regarded her for a beat, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll let you handle this one. Yell if you need me. I’ll take the dogs to the other office.” Her sister gave Tater a quick scratch behind the ears and shook her head at the slobbery boots laying discarded by the desk. “You two are ridiculous. Come on, let’s go.”
The dogs padded after her through the door that led into the main building, and as soon as the it clicked shut behind them, Callie walked outside in time to watch the lanky, unfamiliar man hop out of the delivery truck.
