The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

“I really do need the box.”

Brian’s eyes slid to her.

His expression changed.

Polite dismissal.

The kind of look people give a waitress when they are done ordering.

“Maybe come back later,” he said.

Kayla’s cheeks colored.

“I live next door.”

Brian smiled without warmth.

“That’s nice.”

I don’t know why that did it.

Maybe because I had used that same tone with continue reading …