“I didn’t order a pizza.” The man standing outside the door wore a blue shirt and matching ball cap, and the box in his hand undoubtedly held a pizza. “Are you sure?” “I’m sure. I think I’d know if I ordered a pizza or not.” He frowned and made a show of looking at the front of the door. “This is the room they told me. Are you sure?” I put my hands on my hips, bunching the silk of my nightgown. “Yes! I’m sure!” The pizza boy looked confused, then annoyed. “Look, this is the third prank pizza delivery I’ve had to put up with this week, and I’m getting pretty tired of it.” “Are you saying I prank ordered?” He pushed forward, pizza in hand, and set it on the table. “Someone in this room ordered a pizza. You’re the only one here.” My heart thumped. He looked really angry.
