Correction, he looked great! He filled out a polo shirt and faded jeans better than any man she’d ever met before. The fact he’d brought pizza from her favorite Italian restaurant didn’t hurt his case. “Is that an I’m-sorry-I-sent-you-violation-letters pizza?” Andi took a whiff of what she hoped was a decadent, thick crust, stick-to-your-thighs supreme pie. “No. It’s an I-thought-you-might-be-hungry pizza.” He stepped around her to enter the condo, then stood in the foyer as if waiting for her next move. “Packing is a huge job. I’m here to lend a hand.” “Lend a hand? Of course, moving means packing and since I just unpacked, sort of, I guess I would be repacking.” It’d been barely three hours since Meg told her she had fired up the rumor mill. Her new friends knew her bank account couldn’t afford any more fines, so after Harry dumped trash on her porch, Meg and Roxie came up with the bright idea of telling everyone Andi was moving.
