Paying for pizza-1

The doorbell rang and Marley looked down at the boys. “Pizza’s here!” she said.

The boys all cheered. She told them to sit at the picnic table and said she’d be back with their food in a few minutes. She headed into the house.

Glancing to the landscape truck, she saw the guy speaking on his phone. If he wasn’t talking to her dad right now, he would be shortly. Her father would be a little irritated that she handled this service worker so crudely, but she had ways to get around her father. His big concern was the success of Joey’s party. His mother had been called to London unexpectedly and Marley’d been put in charge of the birthday celebration. If she delivered on the party, Dad would forgive her a little recklessness with the landscaper. She would just need to avoid her father until after Joey had deemed the party a roaring success.

She wouldn’t let her father down. She couldn’t let Joey down.

She whipped open the front door and the pizza guy towered over her. He wore his curly blonde hair short, had an adorable cleft in his chin, and big burly arms. Marley was taken aback at her own physical attraction to him. She raised her hand to her face as if to tuck her hair behind her ear, but her hair was short now, so she could only stroke her neck with her fingertips to disguise her mistake.