Chapter 5
It was funny how deep inside my own head I could get in just fifteen minutes. Because that was all I had from the moment I got home until when Vincent arrived, and I still managed to talk myself into and out of this whole thing at least a half a dozen times. But then there was a knock on the door, and after a deep breath, I opened it to reveal Vincent standing on my front steps. His knowing and heat-filled smile made my stomach flip, and I stood back to allow him inside.
“Here, let me take that,” I said, motioning to the bag he carried with one hand while shutting the door with the other. The sturdy paper bag with handles was from a deli close to the soundstage, the logo printed on the front. I’d grabbed sandwiches there so often I knew it at a glance. They made their own bread
