Carrying two large pepperoni and meatball pizzas, I walked up the steps to Julius’ front door. He must have been looking out for me because the door opened before I even knocked. He looked good enough to eat in a blue tank top and black track shorts. Oh very, very nice. Mr. Wrinkles barked at me in greeting, and Julius gave me a wide smile and hearty hello. My heart fluttered.
“Come in, come in!” He took the pizzas from me and I followed him inside, shutting the door behind me.
“The money is in the bowl with the keys, by the way.” I thanked him and pocketed the cash, which included a twenty-dollar tip—whoa—and continued on into the kitchen, trying not to trip over Mr. Wrinkles.
Julius handed me a plastic bottle, cold from the fridge. “Here, have some water. You look like you could use i
