EVELYNI rubbed my eyes and looked again, it was Luke. Standing at my doorstep in a cheap red polo with “Tony's Pizza” embroidered over his chest, holding a grease-stained box. His biceps strained against the thin fabric, “Evening, ma'am,” he said, voice carefully neutral, but his blue eyes sparked with recognition. "One large pepperoni, extra cheese?" I gripped the doorframe to steady myself. “What the hell are you doing here? Since when do you deliver pizzas?”He shrugged, the movement making his delivery shirt strain across his shoulders. “Since my other gig fell through.”The unspoken punch hit its mark. ‘Since you stopped calling.’ I knew that was what he meant.The scent of garlic and memories hit me like a fist. I could still remember how those hands felt tracing my spine, the way he'd— “Twenty-three fifty,” he said, cutting through the haze. I fumbled for my wallet, shoving a fifty at him. “Keep the change.”Luke hesitated, his gaze flicking past me into the penthouse.
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