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He could already see the steely-eyed look she was giving him as
she parked and climbed from the car.
Resting her arms on the top of the car, she looked up at him.
“What are you doing on my steps?”
“Waiting for you. We had a family dinner at my parents’ house, but
you were working. So my mom sent leftovers for you.”
She drummed her fingers on the roof of the car. “What did she
send?”
“Get up here and find out.”
Lacy hesitated for a moment before closing the car door and
walking toward him. “Did she send flowers too?”
“Nope, that’s all me. I get credit for being sappy.”
“Flowers die, Matthews.”
“They sure do. But for a while they give off joy. I thought you
could use some joy,” he said, noticing that her face twitched as if she wanted
to smile, but it would have been out of character for her.
Picking the bag up from the step, she moved to the door and pushed
it open.
“You don’t lock your door?” He wasn’t sure if that was a scolding
or sheer amazement for what he considered stupidity.
“Sucks that you’ve been sitting out here this whole time when you
could have been inside where it’s nice and I have a wide selection of TV
channels.”
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