Paying for pizza-1

She rose to her feet and took a deep breath.

Ducking her head into the den, Marley beamed at the delivery guy.

He smiled at her cautiously.

Marley put her hand on top of her head. Her face flushed hot. She looked around the room as if there was something new in there for her to see. She looked at the delivery guy and then held her wallet up. “You’re not going to believe this,” she said.

She grinned sheepishly.

He raised his brows and tilted his head, returning her smile. His teeth gleamed.

“I only have five dollars,” she said. She made a face and bit her lip.

The pizza guy’s smile dried up. His shoulders sagged.

Marley closed the distance between them and put her fingertips on his chest. “I’m really, really sorry,” she said. His body was hard and sculpted and she could feel the warm thump of his heart. Something warm pulsed in her own chest and her face flushed again.

The pizza guy glanced at her fingers. “It took me two hours to get over here,” he said.

He sighed and sank hard onto the couch.

Marley sat next to him. She put her hand on his bicep and was pleased that it felt as firm as his chest. He took in a deep breath and blew the air from his lungs. Pulling himself together, he gave her a look of resolve. “Okay,” he said. “I have to take the pizza back.”