The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

set the trays down.

Her hands shook.

One roll slid too close to the edge.

I caught the pan with one hand.

She stared at me.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I caused the delay.”

She pressed her lips together.

“I need to finish frosting these. Pickup is at four-thirty.”

“Then frost them.”

“I have to unpack the supplies.”

“I can unpack.”

“You?”

“Yes, me.”

“You’re holding continue reading …