When I hesitate, Logan’s eyes widen. “Shit, your ... stuff is being delivered today, isn’t it?” And by stuff, he means my box of dicks, but he chooses his words carefully, no doubt because of our audience.
“Yeah, but—”
Logan shakes his head. “No buts. You stay here and wait for it. That’s way more important for you.” He pulls me far enough away from where Jock and Rick are standing so they don’t overhear what he says next. “But tonight I want to come home and find you in my bed, playing with one of your toys. I’m gonna sit and watch you get yourself off before I make you come to compare.”
And just like that, my panties are a lost cause. “Oh yeah?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Deal.”
Logan leans in and gives me a quick, hard kiss. “I’m gonna be hard all fucking day while I’m driving.”
* * *
Several hours later, I get an e-mail from the shipping company that my boxes have been delivered via general delivery to the Gold Haven post office. Given that it’s almost four o’clock, I rush out of the house for the second time this afternoon, although this time I’ve got all my eye makeup on.Winning.
There are no spots in front of the post office, so I park in front of Cut a Bitch and hop out. Julianne bangs on the window to get my attention.
I wave but keep walking, racing the clock to get my stuff before closing time. When she bangs again in what I assume is a response, I’m already pushing open the door to the post office.
The line is three people deep, and I impatiently wait my turn. Finally, I reach the counter.
“I’m here to pick up two packages.” I turn my phone around to show her the delivery notification.
The woman takes my phone and props it up against her monitor. She taps the tracking numbers into the computer using the hunt-and-peck method, testing my patience further.
Her expression twists with what I assume is confusion, but she types it in again before looking up at me. “I’m sorry, but these have already been picked up.”
“Excuse me?” My voice rises, and all the other conversations in the tiny post office halt.
She clears her throat. “Yes, ma’am. It says here that someone already picked these up today.”
“That’s impossible. They’re my packages. No one else would be here to pick them up.”
She scans down the page, shaking her head. “Maybe there was some kind of mistake?”
“Obviously there was some sort of mistake if you gave them to someone who wasn’t me.” My temper flares to peak levels as my patience hits rock bottom. “Who did you give them to? Where are they?”
The man at the next station over comes to stand behind the woman helping me. “Which packages are y’all going on about?”
The woman points to the computer screen. “These two.”
“Emmy Harris was in here earlier picking up a dozen boxes for Home Cookin’. I wonder if there was some sort of mix-up when I carted them over there for her.”
At the name Emmy Harris, I want to scream. I swear, that woman keeps popping up everywhere, and each time, she’s a bigger pain in my ass.
The man goes back to his computer terminal. “Hmm. I might’ve made a mistake.” He looks at me. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I think I might’ve been so caught up in loading her stack that I grabbed a couple extras and tossed them on.”
My head feels like it’s about to explode. “Then you can go get them back for me, right?” Home Cookin’ is just across the street, so it’s not like it’ll be hard for him.
“Sorry, I can’t leave until after I close up and count down all the drawers. If you want them now, you can go check with her. Ms. Harris is just as sweet as can be, so I’m sure she’ll have no issue handing them right over.”
A strangled sound escapes from my throat. “Are you serious? You’re not going to bother to fix your mistake? You’re going to make me do it?”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Everyone screws up occasionally. It’s not like you can’t get them back from her. Now, feel free to step out of line so we can help the next customer.”
This. Can’t. Be. Happening.