Page 101 of Devil in a Tux


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ME: Then hurry home.

EVAN: Do not open in public.

ME: Open what?

I never got a reply.

* * *

The trainto Brooklyn had been it’s normal hassle, but at least I hadn’t been late getting to work.

“I’m sorry to spring this on you,” I explained to Rita after settling in. “But, I sorta promised my boyfriend that he could come by the office.”

“You make it sound like he breathes fire or something.”

“He’s not from our neighborhood, but he’s a nice guy.”

She waved my concern away. “If he’s okay by you, that’s all I need to know.”

“Package for K. Borelli.”

I turned to find a delivery guy with a box in hand. I hadn’t heard him open the door.

Rita pointed at me. “You found her,” she singsonged.

He handed me his electronic pad. “Sign here.”

I signed and accepted the wrapped box.

“Who’s it from?” Rita asked.

The guy checked his device. “McAllister International is all I know.”

“Ooh,” Rita crowed.

“Have a nice day ladies.” Then he left. No grass grew under his feet.

Rita’s eyebrows winged up. “From your billionaire boyfriend. What do you think it is? This is a step up from flowers.”

Evan had stopped the flower deliveries after the first week like he’d promised. This was new.

“Dunno.” After our text conversation about replacing Thor, I wasn’t going to admit to having any idea. My God, what if he’d sent me a three-pack like he’d mentioned once.

“Let’s see what it is,” she said, hovering. “Did he tell you he was sending something?”

“Nope. He’s nothing if not surprising.”

“It looks too big to be tickets to Tahiti. You said you wanted to go to Tahiti, right?”

“That was last year,” I countered.

“Maybe it’s a box of money. I hear that cash is coming back as a gift.”

“Fat chance. The rich stay that way but not giving it away.”

“Maybe it's jewelry, diamonds,” she said insisting on keeping up the guessing game.

“Not likely.” I couldn’t explain that jewelry always had meaning, and there wasn’t any serious meaning in our relationship. We were enjoying each other’s company, but that didn’t mean serious. Nothing that deserved diamonds. “More likely a box of chocolates.” I had to stop this game before anybody mentioned sex toys.

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