Chapter 2I wasn’t anticipating a second delivery. But the next day, as I was responding to a chunk of emails Mr. Campbell didn’t have time for and were inquiries for general information, the doorbell rang again. Pippa was already standing guard by the time I got there, and I sent her to lie down before I opened it.
The same young man, with the same grin, stood there waiting. He held up the box, and added an eyebrow waggle as he pushed it in my direction.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Schaefer! Hope you enjoy.”
He bounded down the steps, and I was glad I’d salted this morning before taking Pippa for her walk, or he would have definitely ended up on his ass. I called a thank you to him, and he threw a jaunty wave over his shoulder. I chuckled at his enthusiasm, and headed into the kitchen.
Pippa
