Chapter 13
“Thank you, Derek,” Clara said, standing in the doorway. The evening chill sent a shiver down her spine.
“I’m really sorry about this,” Derek Longhorn apologized for the umpteenth time. His cheeks were red, though whether it was the cold or his embarrassment was hard to tell. The headlights of his mail truck splashed across the front yard. In his hands, he held the wrongly delivered package Clara had found waiting on her porch. She’d only noticing it when she stooped to pick up her bags after unlocking the front door. “I should have paid more attention to the address. To think, I nearly kept it from reaching its destination.”
Clara put a hand on his wrist, a soft smile on her lips. “It’s alright. There’s still time to get it into the right hands.”
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